Dawn Redemption

I went shopping outside, bought some daily necessities that I had missed before in the supermarket, and some snacks, and then I returned home.

It's only been a few days since we moved in, and even the smell of renovation hasn't dissipated completely.But I like it here, the neighbors are friendly, especially the woman on the same floor.

We met several times in the corridor and chatted.She has a cheerful personality and is very friendly.She looked younger than she was, with brown eyes overflowing with syrup.

But I found that she doesn't live here often, but comes here regularly.

I opened the door and changed my slippers.Putting the things I just bought on the dining table, I glanced at the computer with a black screen on standby, walked over and shook the mouse twice to make it turn on again.

The documentation page is still blank.I've been out of inspiration for so long, as if opening a blank document like this and staring at it for hours and hours could actually write something.

"Knock knock knock."

"Huh? Please come in." Hearing the knock on the door, I turned off the computer screen and prepared to open the door. When I turned around, I saw that the door was not closed at all, it was just concealed there.

The door opened and an old man walked in.He looked very old, but he still tried his best to straighten his back and looked in good spirits.No matter how many wrinkles are on his face, they can't hide the light in those eyes.

Those are the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.

"Hello?" He seemed a little cautious, "Ilsa left the hair dryer I borrowed from you at my place, and just called to ask me to deliver it. I'm really sorry."

"It's all right!" I think he's a little too polite, but I can't grasp the proper way to speak, "Come in and sit for a while, I said I'm going to visit you, but I haven't found the time to go."

He nodded and headed over to the couch, but he seemed interested in my bookshelf.

"Huh? You can also take a look at it casually. You just came here not long ago, and there are still some things that haven't been sent from China." I said, trying not to make him look so serious.

There are some Chinese books in the bookshelves, but some are not."Are you Chinese?" he asked.

"That's right." I dragged out the suitcase, found a pack of Chinese knots that I was going to give to a friend abroad, took out one and handed it to him, "My name is Mobai. This is for you, which symbolizes knots in China. Peaceful life and good luck."

"Thank you." He said to me, his voice was very calm, but he could still hear a little shyness.But compared to the Chinese knot, I can see that he is still more interested in my bookshelf.My harmonica was also on the bookshelf, he smiled and said softly: "I think an old friend of mine also likes this, but he must not play it as well as you."

I chuckled a little bit, and there was a model of a Messerschmitt fighter jet on the third floor of the bookshelf. He looked at it for a while, then turned to me and asked, "Are you studying history?"

I remembered that most of the books on my bookshelf were about German history, especially the era that people didn’t like to mention, so I hurriedly said: “No, I’m a reporter and I usually write novels. I just like history very much, so I read more books on that subject, but I’m not that, that’s a supporter.” I hurriedly explained, my fingers randomly gesturing the reverse swastika shape in the air.

I know that many Germans are very sensitive to that time, and as expected, his eyes darkened, but he immediately said: "Oh, it's okay." He smiled, and the smile made him look young, but he couldn't tell what it meant .

It seems that this topic still makes him more interested, and his movements are not as nervous as they were at the beginning.I wanted to talk to him more, so I worked up my courage and said, "Actually, I'm a military fan, and I have some collections about that."

"Can I have a look?" Sure enough, he was willing to continue this topic. "Of course." I said immediately, eager to show off my collection.I took him to see my collection of decorations and some uniforms.

He looked at each of my collections very seriously. When he looked at some medals, I complained casually: "It's just a silver war wound medal of better quality. I searched for a long time, but I couldn't find it."

I said it casually, but he suddenly raised his head, his blue eyes blinked at me: "Do you want to come to my house?"

I was a little puzzled by his sudden invitation, but I was still very enthusiastic about the visit: "Okay, if it's convenient."

He took me to his house. Compared with the mess here, the things in his house are obviously much simpler.He wanted to relax a lot in his own home, first let me sit on the sofa, handed me a cup of hot milk, and then went into the inner room.

It seems that he should be the only one who lives here usually, and the woman comes to accompany him occasionally, and the two of them don't look like a partnership.

The clock clicks and clicks. It is an old-fashioned clock, which is very retro.I sipped the cup of warm sweet milk, and after a while he came out, sat on the sofa diagonally opposite me, and handed me a small object.

"Look, is it what you want? Maybe it's a little old."

My hand almost trembled when I took it, it was actually a silver war wound medal I just mentioned!The patterns of caviar and laurel wreaths and ribbon knots are very clear, even if I am not very skilled in identification, I can conclude that it is the original product.What is rare is that it is also very well preserved.

The old man in front of him could be a veteran of World War II!I am in awe, no wonder his upright standing posture and his temperament make people feel that he is not very human.I was a little excited, after all, this was the first time I had a face-to-face chat with a veteran who lived in that era and fought in person.

But when I admired it and was about to hand the medal back to him, he didn't reach out to take it, but said, "If you like it, I'll give it to you."

"How embarrassing!" Although I can't deny that it is indeed very attractive to me, I can't just accept things from people.He smiled lightly: "It's okay, just take it as a gift in return. I hope you can keep it safe, it's not mine, but since you're interested and know about it, if it's in your hands," he paused He paused, lowered his eyes and sighed softly, "He should be very happy too."

Before I had time to ask who the "he" he was talking about, he suddenly said, "You said you write novels, so are you interested in hearing my story?"

"Okay!" I was so happy that I almost jumped up from the sofa, and took out the small notebook and signature pen from my pocket like an occupational disease, which might provide some inspiration for my new work.

He also touched his pockets, finally took out a wallet from his jacket pocket, opened it slowly, carefully took out a photo and handed it to me.

I took it and looked at it. The photo was a group photo of seven people. I could recognize at first sight that the handsome and straight young officer standing in the middle was the old man in front of me when I was young.Even though he is late, those eyes seem to have never changed. Through his eyes, it seems to give people a wonderful sense of time travel, as if they have returned to history.It seems that the eyes in the photo have seen the future directly from the past.

The person next to him, one of them was taller and stood closer. Judging by the collar badge, it turned out to be a lieutenant colonel, and his resolute face was slightly familiar.On the other side was a young man with a particularly bright smile.Some of the others wore glasses and some had mustaches.

In the margin of the photo is written the year shown above, "1942".

"You can still remember such a long time ago." I looked up at him, only to find that his smile disappeared at some point, and he was staring at the photo just like I was just now.There were some obvious fine lines between the brows, and those eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, far from being as clear as before.

I turned my gaze back to the photo.Despite the age, they can still see clearly. Behind the seven people, the background is a barbed wire fence that extends to nowhere. The sky above it is gloomy, as if it is about to collapse.There is also a part of some wooden building exposed in the corner, which seems to be a sentry tower.

"How can you forget some things." He sighed, "how can you forget some things."

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This time it's really over! ~ Crab everyone ww see you next time! ~