father - home

In the evening, I went to the hospital again.Because I have nowhere to go, because I feel oppressed, depressed, and restless, as if only in that 17-person, noisy and muddy ward, surrounded by [-] women and mothers, can I find peace and smooth my life. Breathe so you don't feel alone.

Jade didn't say anything, just reached out to me.

I held that hand and asked softly, "Did Zhao tell you?"

"what?"

"These hands are so beautiful. These hands alone can make a man fall in love with you."

Yu nodded, smiling, with gentle eyes, immersed in happy memories.

At this time, a woman's teasing voice came from behind me. "Ma'am, you are really lucky. Mr. can be by your side and treat you so well."

There are more and more similar gossip, wishes, and blessings now, we should get used to it, but no, Yu’s hand trembled like an electric shock, and then he wanted to retract, but I firmly held it quietly. Hold on.I leaned over and kissed her eyelids that were about to shed tears, and whispered in her ear: "It's okay, it's okay."

I stood up and closed the screen behind me, and it turned out to be the mother of the pregnant woman with severe pregnancy-induced hypertension.It is said that her son-in-law, an Air Force pilot, died in a plane crash during a bombing mission to Britain two months ago.At that time, her daughter was six months pregnant, and almost completely collapsed upon hearing the bad news. The family and doctors tried their best to keep the adult and the child. For two months, the pregnant woman had been in and out of the hospital, and this time she was admitted again.Werner said that the situation is not optimistic. If it is not possible, the child can only be taken out by caesarean section, but the child is only eight months old, and the chance of survival is not high.The mother of a pregnant woman is not a bad person, and it is very difficult in this situation, so no matter what she says, what tone she uses, envy, jealousy, resentment, or injustice, I will not blame her.

"What's the matter with your wife? Is she unhappy?"

"No, it's nothing." I don't blame her, but it doesn't mean that she can talk casually to stimulate Yu's nerves. "She's not German, and she's in poor health. I'm busy and I'm often not around her, so she's very anxious. Fortunately, I have friends to help and you to take care of me. Thank you very much, ma'am!"

I said thank you, but my eyes were cold.The woman trembled as if being scalded by ice, "No, you're welcome." She ran away quickly.

They don't know what's really going on, and I won't explain it to them.Their emotions are partly caused by discrimination, ignorance and prejudice. Yu is Chinese, just like Zhao was accused and taken to the police station in the hospital. I am also worried about Yu. Only when jade is within the scope of my control can I rest assured and avoid trouble to the greatest extent.

Yu's condition gradually improved. Werner said that he could be discharged from the hospital in two days and go home to recuperate. No matter what, it was impossible to have a good rest in the large ward with 17 people.I considered it again and again, and decided to propose it to Yu.

"Yu, I hope you can go to Caesar's Manor after you are discharged from the hospital. You are familiar with it, the environment is good, and you don't contact outsiders. The most important thing is that I can rest assured."

Yu looked at me, and the circles of his eyes began to turn red again.

I secretly sighed.Be strong, my goddess, I know that Caesar Manor holds many memories of you, and I am always heartbroken, but what Zhao entrusted to me, no matter how difficult it is, I will complete it, help me, my goddess, help help me.

"Thank you, Marty. Let me think about it, okay?"

Jade didn't say anything, but she actually refused.

I took Yu back to her uncle's house, settled down, and planned to go back the next day.

After having dinner with them, Yu vomited while eating as usual, but her energy improved a lot.

"Don't worry, Marty, I'll get used to it. It won't be a big deal if I vomit up to nine months at most." Jade smiled at me while wiping the tears she was forced out.

"Yes, yes, there is a saying in China that the more you vomit, the better your child will grow up." Yu's aunt chimed in, but it was obvious that she was still worried.

I respect Yu's choice. She is a strong and independent woman after all. The cruel reality makes her physically and mentally exhausted, but she will stand up and rely entirely on herself.

I bid them farewell and told them again that they should call me if there is anything to do. As soon as I have a chance, I will come to Berlin to visit Yu.

Coming out of Yu’s uncle’s house, loneliness and misery are like layers of twilight surrounding me. On my last night in Berlin, where should I go to find inner peace and remember my lost love? ?

Moonset Bar, sidecar cocktails, deadpan waiters, blonde girls on the stage, lazy and melancholic singing, the Hungarian song "Black Sunday"...

"Christine said that the sidecar cocktail was named after a military vehicle from the last World War. The bartenders always heard the sound of the sidecar's motor in the bar, so they named the cocktail they were mixing 'sidecar' .Christine says there is another saying that 'Sidecar' was created in 1933 by professional bartender Harriet-Marc Lupert of the Harriets-New York bar in Paris. But I like the former one."

"But," I retorted, "brandy, orange liqueur, lemon juice, sweet and sour, low alcohol content, it seems more reasonable that the latter is more likely to come from Paris than from the battlefield. "

"Who said, can't there be iron-boned tenderness, bloody romance..."

"Did you notice? She's been looking at you." I tilted my head and gestured to the girl singing on stage to Zhao.

"Yeah, I noticed. Do you think you will..."

"I don't know...how about I give her a hint?"

So I asked the waiter to bring the girl a bottle of good sherry in Zhao's name.

Zhao jumped off the small stage amid the applause, his cheeks gleaming under the lights from sweat.

Zhao sat back at the table, trembling with excitement. "How am I pulling? I'm so nervous."

"These songs are so easy, you should play a solo." I hand him the napkin.

"How can I do that? I'm invited to be an accompanist. I can't steal the show, that's too impolite." Zhao calmed down after wiping off his sweat. "You said, will they find us?"

"Are you talking about them, are they bar owners or singers?"

"Maybe they are together, or why did she sing 'He Rijun Comes Again'?"

"Maybe, then we'll wait."

However, nothing happened that day.

I sat in the corner, smoking and drinking sidecar cocktails.The bar was noisy and filled with smoke.After the girl sang six songs, she went down to rest, and the drinkers withdrew their attention and started chatting with the people around them.

Someone greets me, someone clinks glasses with me, someone wants to talk to me, but I don't want to, my world is empty and lonely, and I am even more lonely in the crowd.

I stood up, walked onto the small stage, and discussed with the musician if I could play a piece. The musician hesitated and turned to look backstage.I followed his gaze and saw the singing blonde and a thin middle-aged man wearing glasses.

The blonde girl nodded, and the musician immediately smiled at me, offering the violin with both hands.

"What do you play, sir?"

"Melody" by Tchaikovsky." (Note: "Melody", created in 1878, is one of the violin and piano concertos "Where Memories Remain". It is composed of three parts: “Song” and “Melody”. It is said that in 1877, Tchaikovsky traveled to Europe due to the frustration of his marriage. He was recuperating from neurasthenia in Culleran on the shore of Lake Geneva in Switzerland while writing his opera “ Yevgeny Onegin". Out of nostalgia for the beautiful scenery of Culelan, he wrote these three pieces of music as a memorial.)

The melodious and smooth music sounded like a song.

In the Dachau Concentration Camp, Zhao finally woke up after being in a coma for more than 20 days. I brought Amati the violin.

Zhao wiped his hands vigorously on the quilt, and took the piano carefully.Zhao touched the qin, felt, experienced and listened.With our eyes, the slender and beautiful fingers slide slowly across the shiny surface of the piano; we lift the piano to our ears, and gently pluck the strings; got wings...

I hold the bowstring in front of him.

Zhao slightly shook his head.

"why?"

"long time."

"Try it."

Zhao look at me.I nod.He finally took the bowstring.

Tchaikovsky's Melody.From then on, this piece of music has a special meaning for me and Zhaodu.

In the last days of Caesars Manor, we would play this piece almost every night.

"This is one of my favorite pieces," Zhao said.

Zhao stood by the piano and looked at me. "Playing this song, I seem to see my hometown. The breeze blows the weeping willows by the lake, and the autumn water of the lake is wrinkled. It is quiet, gentle, poignant, and sad."

Akira approached me, took my hand, and raised it to his lips. "From now on, every time I play this song, I will see Chiem Lake and the Caesar Manor by the lake..."

My eyes were moist, blurring Zhao's figure.

Not only did I play "Melody", but also "Canon in D Major", and...

Applause, whistles, and applause brought me back to reality.I leaned over, returned the violin to the musician, stepped off the stage, and returned to my seat.

When I called the waiter again for a refill, he whispered to me that the boss wanted to see me.

The boss is the middle-aged man wearing glasses who was standing next to the backstage girl just now.

"You are alone, sir, and where is your friend?"

As soon as we met, he immediately asked.It was such a blow to my already extremely fragile nerves that I almost collapsed on the spot.

I gritted my teeth and remained silent.He probably thought I didn't understand, so he explained: "I remember you came two weeks ago, when your friend, who should be a Chinese, was with you, Claudia sang a Chinese song for him, and Ask him to come on stage. You talk about Christine, are they friends?"

I still stared at him, silent.

The boss looked a little troubled, he opened his palm to support the frame and lifted the glasses up, making up his mind. "Okay. Christine told us that his best friend is Chinese. He knows Natalie's family and is willing to help us. We think it was Christine's Chinese friend who was with you last time."

"So what?" I was still dazed and a little bit resentful.If it was something Zhao was looking forward to, it would have come a bit too late.

"Where is he?"

"Where is he?" I almost laughed out loud. "Last time he came here on purpose, and you didn't look for him. Now that he's gone, you ask me where he is?"

The boss was annoyed by me, so he lowered his voice and shouted, "But he didn't play "Melody" last time!"

"what?"

"Melody! He didn't play "Melody" last time! Christine said that his friends are Chinese, and in general, are not able to help us, but there are exceptions to everything. If his Chinese friends happen to be able to help We, Christine, will let him come to the bar and play Tchaikovsky's "Melody." Christine said it was one of his Chinese friends' favorite pieces, and at the Christmas party at the military school, he played The first piece of the song is "Melody", and he plays it every time he plays."

"So, "Melody" is the key." I suddenly realized.

"Yes. You know that helping a Jew is life-threatening, so if he is incapable, we shouldn't involve him. We don't know whether he came here by accident or on Christine's behalf."

"So, you dedicated a Chinese song to him and asked him to come on stage to accompany it, just to test and see if he can play "Melody"."

"Yes, we were a little disappointed."

"As soon as I came in today, you recognized me."

"Yes. The last time you were together, you were very close and kept talking about Christine. I think you are friends, and you and Christine are also friends."

"It's a pity he didn't come." I was immersed in my own sadness and didn't hear what he said later. "I played "Melody", and you are taking risks because of it?"

"Yes, we have to take risks. We need help badly, you know."

Understood.What was expected to happen finally happened, Zhao, unfortunately you are no longer here, do you know?

"Please tell me, sir, where is your friend?"

"He's gone."

"Not anymore?"

"He's gone home."