Blick in die Ferne Looking Away

? don't wipe it off don't wipe it off

the tears of eternal love

Hey

Only in the tears that cannot be wiped away

The world looks desolate and dead

don't wipe it off don't wipe it off

the tears of that unhappy love

——Goethe's "Consolation"

As long as he is happy, he can be happy if he forgets me.

Thinking of these thoughts I once had, I can't wait to pump myself hard.

Are you dumb?are you an idiot?Goethe!You don’t even believe this kind of thing, but you still tell Christine what they are saying, and you still imagine that Schiller will pursue happiness like this?

So, when Schiller found happiness, why did he act like he wanted to cry?What about your big senseless devotion of love?

I couldn't stop sneering, mocking my naive thoughts, so the so-called devotion is to let go of love personally, and pick up again after the relationship fades?

It's a pity that the severed heart may not be able to heal again, and the relationship may not be as thick as sugar water.

I've been living in my own fantasy without ever facing the truth.

It turned out that Schiller had already forgotten me.

I walked along the stone road to the city center, staring straight at the big windmill on the roof of the mill in front of me, but I didn't know what to think in my heart.

Schiller, Schiller, Schiller, Schiller...all the words are frozen, and at this moment, I only know to repeat Schiller's name in my heart.There is no need to run away on Christmas Eve. I will continue to be my Privy Council advisor with peace of mind in the future. Maybe in two years I will be promoted to Duke of Weimar, and then be awarded with honors and knighthoods... But Schiller is no longer by my side.

wrong!I shook my head vigorously, why did I think of Schiller again, I still have a lot of business to do.Business, business... yes, the duke's visit next month has not yet been finalized!

I forcibly cleared my mind, forgot all the unpleasantness, and only thought about the visit in my mind.

Galibo, Kanfer, Emilia, Scherlo... At least 5 people are required to be sent for security work, and Tim Paulia can be added as an accompanying interpreter... It is better to go to Germany first, it is Weimar's largest business partners, next year the Grand Theater can conduct an exchange tour with their National Theater...

I frowned, touched my chin with my fingers, and paced slowly.

If the Duke wants to expand the royal garden, I can only dissuade him. This year's harvest is not good, and expenditures need to be reduced... I don't know when the report from the Finance Bureau will be released, and I will let Cassie rush to remind him...

"Goethe?"

How come I seem to hear someone calling my name.

"Goethe!"

I looked up and found the Duke standing in front of me, looking at me playfully and smiling.The distance between the two was less than a foot, I smiled awkwardly and took a step back.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Duke. I was thinking about something and didn't pay attention to you..." I looked around, the white marble statue of the Virgin, the stepped fountain, the wisteria on the wall... This is indeed the central courtyard of the castle, "I just didn't Just arrived at the mill in the market place?!"

"This is the castle, dear Mr. Goethe," the Duke looked at me jokingly, overjoyed.

I was embarrassed and hurriedly apologized: "Sorry, Mr. Duke, I..."

After dismissing the others, the Duke moved closer to me.

"Goethe, I still like to hear you call my name."

"Yes, O... August."

"There is no one else, can't we just get along with friends?"

"Okay..." This request is not too much, I nodded, "I see."

"I didn't force you." The Duke said with a harmless expression, "You've been so confused recently, are you planning to do something bad? Huh?"

At the end of my sentence, I thought about being rejected by Schiller again, and my face suddenly felt a little helpless.

"What's wrong with you?" The Duke leaned down slightly, just in time to meet my eyes.He caressed the shattered hair on my forehead, his blue eyes were like a pool of spring water that could not be seen to the bottom, so thick and viscous, it was hard for me to look away for a while.

I froze there, not knowing what to do.

"Don't put on that kind of expression." The Duke frowned. "This kind of expression is...inviting me."

"Invitation...invitation?" I heard that right, I didn't do anything at all.

"Of course, it's like inviting me to eat you." The Duke's eyes suddenly turned into crescent moons with a smile, making me a little distracted.Before I could recover, the Duke's kiss pressed on me.

For some reason, Schiller's face appeared in my mind. Although it was the Duke who kissed me, I couldn't help but think of Schiller.

I couldn't help but reached out and grabbed the Duke's clothes tightly.

As if he felt my nervousness, he wrapped his arms around my waist, bringing each other closer, and kissed harder.

If Schiller forgets me from now on, can I... can I...

I couldn't help being taken aback by my own thoughts, how could I forget Schiller, the tacit understanding between us is irreplaceable by others.

After a moment of distraction, the Duke found an opportunity to pry open my slightly opened mouth with his dexterous tongue, and then invaded unscrupulously.The Duke's kiss was just like his personality, domineering yet gentle, always full of predatory.If it weren't for the fact that I fell in love with Schiller first, I might have already fallen under the Duke's strategy. After all, he is such a perfect man.

I remember that once at a banquet, I had a "cocktail meeting" with several ministers in a social manner. I drank cocktails and talked about women and anecdotes about sensuality.Although I don't know much about this aspect, I have listened to it more or less.It was rumored that the Duke had a lot of women, and his wrists were quite high, but almost everyone except the close ministers thought he was an iron-blooded ascetic.I know this very well, because when I was still teaching the Duke in the morning class a long time ago, I have seen scenes of the Duke with different women.At that time, I wondered that the duke, who was so particular about his manners, didn't pay much attention to the occasion in this regard. He was bumped into by the tutor several times and his expression was full of provocation.This really puzzled me for a long time, of course the real reason is now clear to me.

There are also rumors that the Duke actually loved a man, and that the man rejected him.The news caused a stir among the wizened old men who attended the "cocktail meeting."Of course, I don't know exactly where this rumor came from, but the only person who really knows about me, Schiller, and the Duke is Christine, but I believe she can't reveal this secret.

All in all, the duke is more experienced and courageous than me, and I, a little civil servant who writes articles at best, can only be dumbfounded in the face of the duke's offensive.

Seeing that I didn't respond, the Duke hooked my tongue with some insatiable desire and then withdrew, jokingly said: "Goethe has behaved today, so he didn't push me away."

I was startled, and my face changed involuntarily.

"Hey, I'm joking," the Duke panicked when he saw my unnatural expression, "I'm indeed a little reckless, I should ask your opinion first. But seeing that you didn't refuse, I got carried away for a while... "

Is it my illusion?Is it because I just stumbled on Schiller?I always feel that today's Duke has suddenly become extremely gentle, so gentle that I have the desire to use him to fill the gap.

"Huh? Goethe? How about I apologize?" the Duke continued.

"Can you, let me be quiet?" I squeezed out such a sentence for a long time, "I know that as a minister, I am rude, but I am really afraid to see you now."

The Duke was stunned for a moment, and then smiled again, "That's fine, if you don't want to see me, I can disappear right away." After speaking, he squeezed my hand, turned around and wanted to leave.

"Don't..." Realizing that I was unconsciously trying to persuade me to stay, I stopped immediately, and I couldn't help cursing inwardly, I can't do this, you are using him, he is still your student... Goethe!

"It's okay. I'll listen to you." The Duke still smiled faintly, but couldn't hide the loneliness and helplessness that flashed in his eyes, "Respect teacher. At least you used to be my teacher."

"Can't you just let me be your teacher all the time?" I asked.

"No." The Duke suddenly rushed over like a child and hugged me tightly, pressing the weight of his whole body on me. I had no choice but to open my arms to support him, but I heard him stroking my hair and said leisurely and said, "Since you arrived in Weimar, it's too late, and I can't stop thinking about you. I don't think about you every moment, every minute, every second, who you are with, what you are doing, Did those old-fashioned Privy Council members have any problems to make things difficult for you again? Didn’t you notice that there were a lot of old guys who retired from the Privy Council when you first came? I secretly persuaded them to leave.”

I listened silently, my nose a little sore.

"Then it's these years. After knowing about you and Schiller, I was irritable for the first time, and then I did a lot of sorry things for you in my anger. I thought I tied you to me By my side, but I didn't expect you to be farther and farther away from me."

"I know that you have been avoiding me, and whenever you want to be alone, you shirk your business. Do you think I don't understand what you are thinking? Of course I understand, but I also understand how much I hurt you. So I have been Be patient, try not to disturb you, just get along like this."

"But seeing you like this today, I can't bear it anymore." The Duke held my face in his hands, stared at me tenderly, "You are so lonely, I can tell how hurt you are just by looking at your back. Is it because of Schiller?"

I couldn't help but twitched when I heard this name, the Duke smiled helplessly, and sighed: "Sure enough. I don't expect you to forget him and stay with me. But I hope," he kissed my forehead lightly, and continued, "You can be happy again, just like the high-spirited Goethe in the European literary world back then. In this regard, I don't mind filling his vacancy in your heart."

"As long as you don't leave me, as long as I can still see you, even your back. Don't leave me, Goethe. Otherwise, I don't know what will happen, maybe I will die."

"Enough, August." I tugged at the Duke by his collar and kissed him, tears streaming from my half-closed eyes, soaking my lashes, my cheeks, my folded lips, and a heart full of salt.

People say that the happiest person is the one who gives happiness to others.

Schiller, now that you have found your true happiness.

Next, I want to lead happiness to this man who has always loved me, but I never cared about it.

In this way, I will be the happiest person in the world.

After that, I didn't see Schiller for a long time.I believe this should be a complete end. The years of entanglement between us finally came to an end on that bright afternoon.

"Since the destination of this visit is France," Emilia shook her glass with a meaningful smile, "then I can finally taste authentic Bordeaux red wine." She took a sip of the crystal clear red liquid in the glass, Sighing, "Weimar's wine is really terrible, maybe we should consider kidnapping two experienced winemakers along the way."

Kanfer laughed at her: "You are the most alcoholic woman I know."

"What, you despise me?" Emilia scolded, gesticulating to hit him.

Several colleagues in the Privy Council laughed when they saw Emilia's feigned anger. I smiled and watched her play with Kanfer, and remembered that they were a couple and they were going to get married next month.

marry.I furrowed my eyebrows, repeating the two words silently in my heart.

It seems that Schiller is going to marry Kamia too.

I don't know if someone noticed the sadness in my eyes. She Luo, who was sitting opposite me, suddenly asked: "Your Highness, Goethe, your complexion is not very good. Are you feeling unwell?" Seeing me shaking my head with a smile, I said again : "His Royal Highness Goethe has worked so hard for Weimar, it is really Weimar's blessing. The Duke must be extremely pleased."

"Hey, that's not necessarily the case." Emilia interrupted Shelo with an inscrutable expression, "I'm afraid the Duke is more worried than happy."

"How do you say this?" Everyone asked.

"I think now, His Royal Highness the Duke is completely inseparable from His Highness Goethe. If His Highness Goethe is overworked and recuperates at home, wouldn't His Royal Highness cry every night?" Two words, after finishing speaking, he winked at me, which caused everyone to burst into laughter.

"Your Highness, don't worry about Amy's words." Kanfer was more cautious and apologized to me. "She is like this, and her words are endless."

Seeing Kanfer being attacked by Emilia's eyes again, I waved my hand indifferently, "It's nothing. We haven't known each other for a day or two, and I don't understand her weird temper."

Emilia came to stare at me again, with a pouted mouth, "Weird?!"

"Oh, I can bear you." Kanfer sighed helplessly.

However, even though I said so on the surface, I still know very well in my heart that the matter between me and the Duke is probably spread in the Privy Council.Staying at the Duke's Mansion for three consecutive days, it's hard not to be suspected.But I'm not worried, Auguste has his own means, so why should I worry about him.

It's just that, from the bottom of my heart, I don't want Schiller to know.But I heard that he recently asked for a long vacation to the theater for the wedding, so he shouldn't hear these rumors.

"Everyone came early, so I'm late again." Just as I was thinking, I heard August's voice not far away.All colleagues stood up and saluted.

"Okay, no more red tape. Let's get into the discussion right away." August sat beside me with a smile, and quietly held my hand.

"Ahem." Emilia coughed twice maliciously.

"What's wrong with you?" her fiancé Kanfer asked immediately.

"It's nothing." Emilia smiled and winked at us. I turned my head a little embarrassedly, but saw August's still calm smile, and the hand that held me widened. intensity.

"The Foreign Affairs Committee of the Privy Council already has a relatively complete plan for the next trip to France, and it is just a matter of handing it over to His Royal Highness the Duke for your personal review." Gallibo took out a golden hand scroll and was just about to present it to Augustus But I heard him say: "I won't read the scroll, but you can tell me about it."

"Okay," Gallibo replied respectfully, "First of all, our positioning for this visit is to promote the literary culture of Weimar, absorb the essence of French culture and the form of drama, so that we can broaden the image of Weimar as a literary capital." spread."

"In addition to this, there will be a second bilateral trade agreement with France," Shelo added.

"Accompanying His Majesty to set foot on the territory of France is naturally indispensable to us here, Mr. Goethe, the executive officer of the Privy Council, Mr. Gallibo, the assistant to the executive officer, and Kanfer, Shelo and I who are senators of the Privy Council." Emily subinterface.

Kanfer frowned, "In fact, in the plan I made, Mr. Schiller, the director of the theater, will also travel with us."

When I heard Schiller's name, I was startled for a moment, then I saw August turned his head and smiled at me indifferently.

"Unfortunately, Mr. Schiller asked the theater for a long vacation. I heard it was to prepare for the wedding." Kanfer continued, "So the theater sent Mr. Dodal to temporarily replace Mr. Schiller to visit with us."

"Mr. Schiller gave up such a good opportunity to communicate just to prepare for the wedding?" Shelo wondered, "This really doesn't seem like a decision that his workaholic would make, should we discuss it with him again? "

Sherlow's question is precisely my question.Even if it was because I was among the fellows, he shouldn't give up such a rare opportunity.If it is only because of personal relationship issues, he gave up the trip to absorb literary and artistic dramas, and he is too unlike the him I am familiar with.

I was about to agree, but I heard Emilia say: "Yes, we should discuss with him again. Not long ago, the Coordinating Office just received the former court chief Claire who is currently residing in France. Mr. Si's personal invitation letter."

"Invitation letter?" August snorted contemptuously, "Inviting Schiller to follow the delegation to France?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

The disdainful expression on the young Duke's face was so obvious that it couldn't be added. He casually played with the crossed fingers in front of his eyes, and said, "That old man Kress is still restless when he arrives in France, and he still wants to meddle in the affairs of Weimar. What he said It doesn't matter if you don't listen," said the one-sided mouth with a haughty smile, "maybe it's because of him that our Director Schiller doesn't want to go."

My memory went back to that stormy night again, I saw Schiller rushing out in front of Kleis's mansion in the rain with disheveled clothes.I still can't forget the sad and terrified look in his eyes at that time. It was a painful memory that he could not erase in his life. In fact, it is not mine.

I clenched my fists secretly, thinking Schiller had better not see the old man again, maybe we should beat him up again while we're in France.

"I think your arrangements are very reasonable, but the route of the visit can be discussed again." Auguste commented.

Several colleagues looked at each other, and Shelo said with some embarrassment: "His Royal Highness, this route is the result of a long discussion among all of us. It is the fastest route to pass through the Crody Valley."

August shook his head and pointed to the map in front of him, "I have no problem walking through the Crody Valley, but we don't have to go along the mountainside. I mean, we can follow the tributary of the Ilm River Walk."

While everyone was still frowning and thinking about what the Duke meant, Emilia suddenly showed a knowing expression and said with a smile: "The Duke means to go to Star Falls."

"Star Waterfall?"

"Well, women are still more thoughtful." August praised, smiling at Emilia, his blue pupils shining brightly.He suddenly looked at me and asked for my opinion, "How about it, what's Mr. Goethe's opinion?"

I have never been to the Star Waterfall, but I only know that it is hidden in the depths of the Crody Valley, and there is a star-shaped rock under the waterfall, which is why the waterfall got its name.It is said that every spring and autumn, geothermal springs will emerge from under the rocks and melt into the waterfalls flowing down from the mountains to form a hot spring.It is located in the deep mountains, far away from the suburbs of the city. Not only is the natural landscape unique and beautiful, but there are often some myths and legends about the Star Waterfall that are passed down in the world, making it a holy place in the hearts of young couples.But I really didn't expect that August also had such a childish side, and he planned to change the route for the sake of the beautiful scenery.

I said, "That's all right. Since the Duke wants to go, it doesn't matter if you accompany him for a while. There is no rush to travel."

All my colleagues looked at me with strange expressions.

I looked at them suspiciously and asked, "Did I say something wrong?"

"No, His Highness Goethe is right," Galibeau nodded at me with a half-smile, "Let's walk along the river."

"Since there are no other questions, let's adjourn the meeting." August looked at me with a smile, "Goethe stays. The others go back and prepare. We leave the day after tomorrow."