father - home

During the war, it was stipulated that ordinary people could not take taxis, even if they had money.Gasoline rationing for private cars is getting stricter, and only government agencies, the military and the police, are privileged in this regard.When I came, I was in the embassy area. After showing my ID to the taxi driver, everything went smoothly.But now, this is a worker's residential area, and there will be no taxis coming.I used a public phone to hail a taxi. I dialed three times in a row, but was rudely hung up. On the fourth time, I reported my SS identity first, only to hear a roar: "Wait!" Do not believe.

The car didn't honk, but I clearly felt the stiff body of Ulm beside me and the strange gaze of the payphone operator.

"Let's take the bus, I'll take you to the station."

There were many people waiting for the bus at the bus station, I frowned secretly, unwilling to stop any longer.The people waiting for the bus certainly didn't know that I was an SS soldier, but I felt a bit out of place and inferior. "The hotel I live in is not far from here. I want to take a walk. Such a clear night is suitable for walking. Maybe I will meet a taxi soon."

Walking all the way back to the hotel, it's not that there were no taxis passing by, but that I didn't stop.I walked at a leisurely pace, the night was good, the air was fresh, it was a bit cool at first, but then I didn’t feel it when I got hot, and my legs and feet were slightly hot and numb, just at the level where my body was just moving, very comfortable and comfortable.

Approaching the hotel, I became inexplicably anxious and quickened my pace, but stopped in front of the glass revolving door and politely let a lady go ahead.The lady was fat, well dressed and had a smile that gave goosebumps all over her body.I didn't like it, I didn't want to get too close to her, and I was worried that her clumsy body would get stuck in the revolving door, so I waited until she exited the revolving door from the other side before I went in.

Turning out the revolving door, I went straight to the lobby service desk.

This is my fourth stay at the KempinskiHotel BristolBerlin in Charlottenburg and I know a lot of people.One of the two waiters who are receiving guests at the service desk is very familiar.Seeing me walking past, he greeted me with a busy smile, which made the gentleman who was talking to him very dissatisfied.

The man was dressed in a khaki party uniform and had so much pomade that his hair color could not be seen in the brightly lit hotel lobby. "I'm talking to you, boy, please pay attention to your attitude." The man waved his hands wildly and growled viciously.

I didn't want to trouble anyone, so I went to the corner of the counter, took out the cigarette lighter, and tapped my fingers on the marble countertop involuntarily.

"Good evening, Baron." It was the duty manager in a black tie, and he set the crystal smoking dish on the counter in front of me. "Wait a minute, it will be ready soon."

"Good evening." I smiled indifferently and flicked the ash into the cigarette tray.

"Manager." The waiter handed a piece of paper to the manager on duty while negotiating with the customer.

The manager took one look and handed it to me. "You were expecting this, Baron?"

That piece of paper recorded a phone call from Zhao half an hour ago. He was in the emergency department of Charité Hospital. (Note: Berlin Charité Hospital was built in 1719 as a military hospital. Today, Charité Hospital and research institutions are affiliated to Humboldt University.)

I pressed the half-smoked cigarette into the tray, and I didn't know if it was extinguished.I rushed to the waiter, shaking the note in my hand, completely ignoring the anger of the party official. "Is there a phone call later?" I called to the waiter.

"No, Monsieur Baron, certainly not."

"Would you like to call a car for you?"

"Okay, thanks." There's a reason to be a manager.I thanked.

Not sure how they did it, but when I ran out of the hotel, a doorman in a red uniform had already opened the door of a taxi for me.I didn't forget to give him a note as a tip.

I didn't find them in the emergency room at Charité, they're gone.The nurse at the hospital told me the general situation.

"It's that woman. That girl passed out in some bar."

"What's going on? What's wrong?"

"It's not a disease, it's just too many people."

"Too many people?" I couldn't figure out, is Yu so weak?

"Yeah, there are too many people, the air is not circulating, plus her current condition, but it's okay, just pay more attention in the future."

"Status? What's the situation?"

"Oh, sir, you don't know, do you? She's pregnant, and the little couple has a baby."

I walked out of the emergency room, loosened my tie, and unbuttoned my collar.I was very nervous just now, but I don't think so, but now I am exhausted, oppressed and panting.I leaned against the corner, hid in the darkness, and smoked silently.

These days, ever since Chitu died, I have always felt that something would happen, and I hoped that something would happen.It would be better for something to happen, not big, but enough to delay Zhao's trip.When Joseph left, I told him that my parting from Zhao was not for five years, but forever.At that time, it was just to persuade Joseph to come back. I didn't really believe it, but now, I am more and more convinced that Zhao is gone. In this life, we will never see each other again. Although we didn't say it, I know Zhao is the same sure.I don't think it's just me being selfish, I'm sure he wants something to happen too, give us a reason, give us a chance, let him stay, a moment is a moment.When I think that I will lose him forever, I feel the approach of death. Anyway, it is death, being beaten to death, being bombed to death, dying of depression, dying of missing him, dying of illness... I thought about it... I thought about it... …

Things happen, but not as we hoped.God arranged for them to have children, God's choice, God's will, no one can defy.

I went into the phone booth and dropped a coin into the phone.It was Yu's uncle who answered the phone.

"Hello, is that Mr. Zhen? I'm Marty. Are Zhao and the others back?"

"Oh, it's the Baron, back, they just came back. You know what? Jade's pregnant and they're having a baby."

"Really? That's wonderful, really wonderful."

Mr. Zhen was very excited, and I tried my best to pretend to be happy.

"You wait, I'll ask Zhaolai to answer the phone."

I switched the receiver from my right hand to my left, took all the coins out of my pocket and put them into the machine.I'm not sure how much it takes, but I don't want to be disconnected mid-speak with Zhao.I put my right hand on the phone, rest my forehead against it, and put the back of my hand to my eyes.When I heard the voice from the phone: "Marty!", tears came from between the back of my hand and my eyes.

"Marty! Marty! Are you there? . . . Marty . . . "

Zhao heard my breathing, or sobbing?Waiting patiently, calling me softly: "Marty... Marty... where are you?"

"I'm in the hospital... I saw your phone message."

"I'm sorry to make you run for nothing."

"Nothing... Do you want me to come over?"

"I guess it's all right."

"Then I won't come here."

"Yes, don't come here, you are also very tired."

"Okay, go to bed early, and I will pick you up tomorrow morning."

"Okay. . . . Marty."

"how?"

"fine."

"See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

The phone was disconnected for a while before I hung up the receiver. "Clatter..." The extra coins were spat out.I didn't go get it.