father - home

After dinner we were still assembled in the dining room, with all the off-duty soldiers except us three officers.This is the style of the SS, which is completely different from the Wehrmacht.Although I'm not used to singing and drinking with so many soldiers, thanks to Ernst's efforts, the relationship between me and Lieutenant Shenk seems to be very harmonious.All of us put our arms around our partners' shoulders and raised our glasses high with the other as we sang "Germany, Germany above all" in unison.I put my arm around Ernst and Lieutenant Shenk was on my shoulders.Accompanying us with the accordion was the corporal I beat up in the morning.

After singing the song, the guards who had been sent away by Shenk earlier came back.Shenk then walked to the center of the dining car and tapped the wine glass in his hand with a spoon: "Okay, gentlemen, in order to make our journey not too boring, I have prepared some sideshows for you, which must be very interesting."

His gaze swept over everyone's face, and seemed to stop at me for a moment.

Then, he directed the soldiers to pack up the tableware, move the tables and chairs, and soon there was an open space in the center of the restaurant.

While they were busy, I leaned against a table with a glass of wine and watched absently.

"Bring him in," Lieutenant Shenk ordered.

As soon as the car door opened, the green figure walked in.

I was taken aback, and instinctively wanted to go up and say hello.

Ernst grabbed me: "Do you want any more wine? I'll pour it for you." He took the glass from my hand and gave me a meaningful look.

I suddenly woke up and nodded quickly. "Thanks!"

While Ernst was pouring my drink, Lieutenant Shenk walked slowly around the green figure in the center of the restaurant, studying him carefully.Finally, he stood in front of him and said with an inhuman, hard-to-understand expression: "Good evening, sir, do you know why I invited you over?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know." He stood there, although his military uniform was a little wrinkled from the morning, his face was paler, and his lips were a little chapped.But the discipline button is still tightly buttoned, the military uniform is neatly dressed, the body is tall and straight, calm and calm, the head is slightly raised, and the chiseled, delicate and thin lips look very proud.

I was happy to see that standing there, he was even a little taller than Shenk.

"Sir!" growled the corporal I had beaten that morning, waving his stick.At some point, his accordion had been replaced by a thick wooden stick.

Second Lieutenant Shenk waved his hand to stop the corporal's impulse. "It's okay, I know it's not because he's being rude, it's just because he doesn't quite understand the situation he's in. Don't worry, I didn't call you here with any malice. I just want to thank you for what happened this morning. I have to admit, If it weren't for you this morning, the situation could have gotten out of control and a bloody confrontation was inevitable, which none of us wanted to see. So, I, and Lieutenant von Meissenbach, we express to you Sincere thanks. Is that right, sir."

When Lieutenant Shenk spoke, his eyes remained on the young face, smiling, with an exaggerated politeness, almost insulting.This kind of pretended politeness is not the politeness expressed to the same kind, but the kind of politeness expressed to the dead, just like "holding a gun to salute" in front of the corpse of a dead person who has just been shot.

I was trying to make it look like I was all interested in the punch in my hand, when Shenk called me, I had to look up, and replied in a very unnatural way, "Yeah."

"So, we considered, what should we do for you, so as to be of substantial help to you?" Shenk continued, "I checked your registration form, although it is not a file, the information reflected is not much , but let me, we know something about you." Schenk held out his hand, and the corporal handed him a folder.Shenk opened the folder and turned to that page, "Your name is... Husband... What is it? Your name. The serial number is 79475. You need to remember this. 79475, remember it. You must remember it firmly. You won’t be like those stupid Jews who can’t even remember a serial number. But it doesn’t matter. When you arrive at the concentration camp , we have a way to impress them for life. Sorry, it’s getting too far.” Shenk looked down at the form again, “Nationality, China. I want to say, you are the most beautiful Chinese I have ever seen. Of course, I have not met many Chinese people, and the Dachau concentration camp you are going to, the Chinese people are unique. I only now understand why the head of state will be lenient with you, and you Chinese are not all "East Asian" Sick man', there are excellent people like you. Ah, look, 21 years old, Lieutenant of the Wehrmacht, you were a lieutenant of the Wehrmacht before you were arrested, very young and promising, very remarkable, no wonder you are rude when you see me, so, I Not angry at all. Just," Shenk put his mouth close to his ear, but his voice didn't soften at all, and everyone could hear him clearly. "You are no longer a lieutenant of the National Defense Forces, you are now my prisoner, and you are a homosexual who violated Article 175 of the law."

I don't know if it was because he couldn't bear the heat from Shenk's exhalation, his neck turned red all of a sudden, and then his whole face, now, that clear and heroic face was almost glamorous.I quickly closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, he was pale again.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, I think there is a problem here. You see, this 175 clause is a German law, and it should only apply to Germans, and you are Chinese, whether you are or not... It stands to reason that German law I can't control you. Unless you were caught on the spot, or the other party is a German." Schenk said unhurriedly, waiting for his reaction.

The second lieutenant was disappointed, because the green figure hardly changed, still raised his head proudly.

"That's, I sure can't be like that, there must be something wrong. By the way, you think so too. And, look at you, you are nothing like that, you are so good, so perfect You can't be! You can't be! Am I right, sir." Schenk turned to me, looking at me with interest, like his prey.

Damn it!What does he want?I really wanted to rush up and confront Shenk, or just turn around and walk away.When I looked up, I met Ernst's hazy but clear gaze.I took a deep breath and decided to stay still.Ernst was right, as long as I acted indifferent to him, Shenk at least wouldn't torture him for my sake.But I underestimated Schenk, we don't know him at all.