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In Hamburg in October, there was a tinge of chill in the air, just as the sky was getting brighter, Justin woke up, wearing a thin autumn shirt, sitting on the armchair in the living room.

In the dark mansion, the servants hadn't woken up yet, everything was quiet, through the curtains, Justin could see the scene of the city gradually waking up, the streets were dark blue, slowly, slowly Brighten.

Justin's eyes fell on the brown-red tripod piano placed in the center of the hall. It had been left alone for a long time, and a black shawl had to be draped over it day after day. Although the servant cleaned it as usual every week, it looked still Like falling ashes.

Seeing it, Justin seemed to have returned to a few months ago. At that time, Wolfgang was sitting at the piano playing, the ends of his hair fell in pieces on his forehead, a cigarette was biting between his lips, and he was drifting leisurely. Smoke.

After tidying up in front of the mirror, he finally put on the diamond-encrusted brooch. Justin put on his hat and was ready to go to the dinner party.When I walked to the door on the first floor, there was a knock on the other side of the door. The visitor was wearing a straight military uniform. A member of the Nazi SS named Eric. He asked Justin to cancel tonight's event and cooperate with the investigation .

This was obviously unexpected. Justin did not expect the Nazis to hunt him down. He should not be on the blacklist.

Trying to stay calm, Justin took off his coat and brought the two uninvited guests to the reception room.

Eric didn't drink coffee. He turned the armchair at an angle, spread out the materials on the coffee table, and asked Justin to move the chair and have a face-to-face conversation with him.Justin had no choice but to follow suit. He watched Eric light a cigarette, hold it between his fingers, and flip through the stack of not-thin documents.

Today, the Nazi Party has been in power for more than a year, and the situation is changing so quickly that people cannot adapt.People in this costume began to walk around the streets and corners of Hamburg. They gathered in groups of three or five, and the number increased day by day.Beside many iconic buildings, the anti-swastika flags, red flags, did not take much time to be branded all over the city of Hamburg.

"Wolfgang Johann Iser." Eric read to a line of letters on the page. He observed Justin's expression and said, "You should be familiar with this name."

Justin didn't deny it, but nodded lightly.

"Your relationship seems to be good."

The Nazi Eric was satisfied with Justin's frankness, but Justin remained silent. He seemed to think carefully for a while before replying: "In a certain sense, our relationship is good."

"Some level?"

"We are both members of the Hamburg Golf Club. Every Wednesday morning, I basically stay on the driving range. We are 'golf buddies'. We occasionally compete, chat, and occasionally participate in golf competitions held by the club. You also know that interests sometimes need to be shared with like-minded people..."

Erik seemed uninterested in the lengthy explanation and asked, "Did you know that Wolfgang is gay?"

Justin was a little moved, blinking and blinking, which made him look full of flaws.

In the summer of [-], the cruise ship sailed slowly to the northeast, crossed the English Channel, traveled along the coastline of France, and finally docked at the port of Hamburg, Germany.Justin, who grew up in an inland city, felt quite comfortable with the sea breeze and the sound of sea water sloshing all the way.

During those days in Hamburg, Justin did not have any relatives to accompany Justin, but he would receive a few letters from his siblings across the country every month.At that time, Justin rented a house near the mansion left by his uncle for a short period of time in order to complete the relevant inheritance procedures more smoothly.

When it comes to Uncle Ralph, Justin is actually a stranger.After his mother married France, Justin was far away from everything in Germany. Apart from knowing that there is German blood flowing in his body, he can't really feel that he is also half German.He even speaks awkward German with a thick French accent.Justin rarely saw her uncle. Although her mother once said that she missed everything in Germany, she did not take any action. Most of the time, she still settled in France with her husband and children. .

Most of my impressions of my uncle come from rumors. It is rumored that my uncle’s maritime trade business is very successful, and he owns his own ocean-going cruise liner, which can cross the Atlantic Ocean and reach America directly.After his death, since he had no wife or children, Ralph generously donated most of his property to his sister and nephew in his will.

In addition to the seemingly pretty money in the bank account, Ralph also left a house in a prime location in Hamburg, as well as some collections of famous paintings and antiques.Justin was not very willing to sell these valuable items or travel long distances to France.The itinerary was extended day by day, and one day, Justin expressed his thoughts in a reply letter, he wanted to stay in Hamburg for a long time.With the help of his uncle Ralph's legacy, he set up the Steinweger Piano Factory in Germany to develop the family business.

Justin always thought that, as the eldest son, he would inherit his father's business in Orleans, which was a natural thing, but the sudden death of his uncle gave him some new ideas.

After setting up the factory in Germany, Justin has not slacked off, and hired skilled technicians from Orleans to Germany with high salaries.And opened several Tanveg piano showrooms in Hamburg, Bremen and other places.And when everything was on the right track, it was already nine months later. At that time, the Tannweger piano had already appeared in the classroom of the music department of the German School.

Justin started to pick up some hobbies again, he joined Golf Club Hamburg and bought a whole new set of clubs.The new cue is still relatively unfamiliar to use. Justin basically stays on the driving range and practices repeatedly to get familiar with the feel.

After joining the club for a while, Justin didn't have much contact with other members in the club, and the first member who really got to know Justin, that is, Wolfgang Johann Iser, a The blond, blue-eyed German, about the same age as Justin, is so good-looking that you can't help but look at him a few more times.

At that time Wolfgang took the initiative to say hello to Justin, wearing the most popular aviator sunglasses nowadays, the large lenses covered half of his face, and under the backlight, Justin couldn't see his face clearly at all, just relying on his voice Guess he doesn't know this guy.

"Wolfgang Johann Iser."

The half of Wolfgang's outstretched arm was shining white under the sunlight. Justin took off his gloves and gave Wolfgang a light shake, and sat on the left side of the round table.

Wolfgang, a stranger, had shared the table with him graciously, leaning lazily on the edge of the table, with a large section of white socks exposed on the raised calf. In the glass bottle that appeared, water vapor was bubbling and jubilant.

"The straight ball was hit quite beautifully just now." Wolfgang clapped his hands and applauded.

Justin smiled slightly and said, "Thank you, occasionally there will be one or two outstanding ones."

It was probably the first time Justin saw someone as enthusiastic as Wolfgang. After taking off his sunglasses, his translucent blue eyes were like the ocean.Wolfgang seems to have a lot of time to spend. Every time Justin enters the field with the ball on his back, he will see Wolfgang standing in the second-to-last position from the far left with his arm Leaning on his club, he smiled and waved at him.

After going back and forth several times, Wolfgang's caddy began to take the initiative to help Justin's golf equipment, calling him "Mr. Moore".

"Mr. Moore, good morning!"

Wolfgang arrived early as usual, and the ball in the basket has been played nearly halfway. Justin wondered why Wolfgang always arrived at the court earlier than him. Wolfgang simply explained that his family lived in Nearby, out of the stadium, around two blocks, on a quiet street.

This time, Wolfgang didn't give Justin a warm greeting. He lowered his head, fixed his eyes on the sphere, held his breath, and made small movements to grasp the cue stick and send the ball out with strength and direction.Immediately afterwards, with a sharp and short "bang", the ball flew straight away at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye. It was only after landing and rolling for a few seconds that Justin could clearly see where the ball went.

Wolfgang's posture was still in the action of hitting the ball. Suddenly, his face changed into a smiling face, and he turned to look at Justin, who was already applauding for him.

"Dude." Wolfgang put his arms around Justin, patted him on the back, and said, "Why haven't you been here for the last two weeks?"

Justin occasionally disappears for a while because of work, and Wolfgang asks him to sit on the sidelines.

"Is there any new progress in business?"

Justin nodded.

"Next time you hold an exhibition, don't forget me, and I will present the best wine."

Since the last time I mentioned to Wolfgang that Tanviger pianos are still in the market expansion period, Wolfgang has shown strong interest.

Wolfgang approached Justin and said, "In mid-May, the club will hold a golf competition. I think you must be interested in the prizes."

The golf tournament held by the club itself mainly focuses on traditional one-on-one competitions. The goal is naturally a lot of money, and most of the participants are professional players.In addition, the club will hold foursomes matches twice a year, a relatively rare two-on-two mode, and most of the prizes are exclusive collections from the club's boss. Although they may not be of high value, they have their unique appeal. Most of them are club members, and the game atmosphere is relaxed and friendly.

"Foursomes?"

Wolfgang nodded and said, "Just so we can form a team."

Justin looked a little surprised, he smiled, and asked again: "You said the prize is the cue used by Walter Hagen?"

"No. 3 club, with his autograph on it."

"Well, that's really nice."

"I remember you saying that your favorite golfer was Walter Hagen."

Justin smiled. He did mention Walter Hagen to Wolfgang, but it was just a few words of understatement.