father - home

I sat by the door, took a sip of coffee, and looked out through the large glass window facing the street.

The rain pattered all night and stopped at dawn.The early morning mist has dissipated, but the sky is still gloomy and gloomy, without a ray of sunlight.There are small puddles of water on the streets paved with small stone slabs.Ladies in skirts and high heels, preferring to skip their usual graceful, dignified gait and skip across the street to avoid puddles.The naughty boy is just the opposite, wearing the big leather shoes of his father and brother, and stepping on the puddles, "Crack! Crack!" The louder the sound and the more splashes, the happier he is.Bicycles and milk trucks slowly rolled over puddles, causing ripples.An Opel car sped past, splashing a piece of muddy water. An old woman with a cane on the side of the road couldn't dodge and was splashed all over. In a panic, she swung her cane and yelled at the back of the car for a while, but it was useless in the end. .This is a small street, which can be considered deserted and remote in a metropolis like Berlin.

Coffee is a substitute, never had it before.At the first sip, I felt that the taste of the walnut core being burnt was really hard to swallow.However, during the more than an hour of waiting, under the boredom, I had already finished two glasses without knowing it.

"Sir, please!" The boss politely delivered the third cup of coffee and said cautiously.

I didn't signal to him, but since it's delivered, let's stay.I nod. "Are you sure there's going to be someone there?" I gestured across the street.

There is a bronze plaque next to the dark door of that house, which reads: Overseas Student Liaison Office of the Embassy of the Republic of China.

"I'm sure, sir, there will be people there, every day." The boss looked up at the wall clock on the wall, "They usually come before nine o'clock, why is it so late today?"

"It's good to have someone."

"Sir, are you looking for the people there, did they commit a crime?" The boss wiped his hands on the apron, and quickly glanced at me.

I frowned slightly and waved my hand in annoyance.My military uniform makes me nervous everywhere.

The boss retreated knowingly.

Yesterday, Lieutenant Christine Schlakoff took the initiative to tell me a situation: At the end of last year, a person who claimed to be from the International Student Liaison Office of the Embassy of the Republic of China came to him and asked about Zhao's whereabouts.

The one said that she knew that Fu Zhao had joined the First Mountain Infantry Division of the National Defense Army after graduating from the military academy, but she had lost contact with Fu Zhao since July last year when the troops left.Ask the relevant departments, the answer is always specious, or told that it is a military secret.Later, it became known that the First Mountain Infantry Division of the National Defense Army participated in the blitzkrieg campaign against Poland, so Fu Zhao's whereabouts became a military secret?She turned to Lieutenant Schlakow of the Potsdam Military Academy for help after many searches without results.Unfortunately, Lieutenant Schlakov was also helpless.That address was left behind when he left.

I stayed up all night and came here early in the morning.The place was easy to find, even in the early morning mist, even if it was a very ordinary, unremarkable little house.

Suddenly, my eyes fell on a person across the street. She was walking along the upper street from west to east.Tall figure, black curly hair, under the beige long windbreaker, slender legs, and ankles on black high heels, graceful and charming.Seen from such a distance from me, she is not much different from German girls, but there is something special about her that is both familiar and strange that attracts me all at once.

As soon as I waved, the cafe owner immediately appeared beside me.

"Is it her?"

"Yes, she's one of them. She doesn't come every day, but she sure does."

I stood up, took out some Marks, and put them on the table.

"Your eyesight is really good, sir, that girl doesn't look up close, she really can't tell that she is of yellow race, her skin is fair, and she is also tall..."

The boss is still talking, I have come to the street.

"Sorry!" I crossed the street and stopped the girl just as she was about to close the door.

The girl turned around, glanced at me, and took off her windbreaker neatly, and said, "Is there anything wrong? Sir, can I help you?"

The girl is smiling, polite and calm.But I noticed that before this, for a moment, she was very surprised, almost startled, but she calmed down immediately.Indeed, let alone a foreigner, even a German would be frightened out of her wits when the SS came knocking on the door.

This girl is really extraordinary.She not only has a slender figure, but also has a beautiful face, and her big black eyes remind me of Akira immediately.She is so calm, confident, and graceful.

"I'm sorry, I'm being too presumptuous. But yesterday, when Lieutenant Kristen Schlakoff gave me the address and phone number here, it was already seven o'clock in the evening. I called here, but no one answered. I'm leaving Berlin today, so I can only wait for you here."

"Are you looking for me, sir? Or...wait a minute, sir, you just said Lieutenant Christine Schlakow, are you Lieutenant Schlakow from the Potsdam Military Academy?"

"Yes, yes, have you seen the lieutenant?"

"He asked you to come, you must know..."

"It was the lieutenant you were looking for, it was you who were looking for..."

We shouted almost simultaneously: "Zhao's whereabouts!"

We are no longer reserved, no longer calm.Tears welled up in my eyes, and my nose was a little sore.Seeing this girl in front of me was like meeting Zhao's relatives, and I couldn't help feeling a sense of intimacy immediately.

"Sir, no, sir, can you tell me where Zhao is?" asked eagerly.The originally melodious voice trembled with excitement, adding to its magnetic attraction.

"Okay, okay, don't worry, I'm here to tell you..."

Thinking about it later, we were really naive and naive at the time, and we had no defense against each other.We didn't even introduce ourselves, we didn't sit down, we stood in the door, she had her trench coat, I had my military cap, she didn't serve me coffee, she didn't lead me into the house, I didn't care, I I just want to tell her Zhao's situation quickly, but I can't elaborate.

But she understands, she understands.The windbreaker slipped to the ground, I hugged the girl's trembling shoulders, and wiped the tears off her face with a handkerchief.The girl lay on my shoulder, sobbing for a long time. "How could this be? How could this be?"

We talked for over an hour and I had to go.

Her name is Zhen Yu, and she came to Germany with Fu Zhao to study philosophy at the University of Berlin.When the other international students returned to China, because she had an uncle in Berlin who spoke better German, she stayed behind to help deal with the affairs of the international students and at the same time look for Zhao's whereabouts.

For half a year, she searched everywhere for Fu Zhao's whereabouts, but she hit a wall everywhere, but she never gave up. "I have always believed that he is still alive." The girl said, "He still has a lot of things to do, he will not just die. Even if he dies, I will find him."

Now that she knew Zhao's whereabouts, she would try to think of a way, or ask his uncle for help, to rescue Zhao as soon as possible.

When I told Zhen Yu about my experience at the embassy last time, she smiled miserably. "I made you laugh... You know, the Sino-Japanese war has been going on for many years, and the relationship between China and Germany is very delicate. Although diplomatic relations have not yet been severed, but... Ambassador Chen Jie and the others are so devastated that they have no time to take care of a missing person." International students, so... don't be surprised, even if they notice, it is impossible to negotiate with your country's government for Zhao's matter...but I will not give up."

When we broke up, we were all hopeful.