father - home

The pair of light brown eyes under the helmet, with the long eyelashes of a girl, is looking at me with vigilance, suspicion, and a little disdain at the moment, which is quite suitable for that young and immature face of.

"No problem, sir!" After looking me up, down, left, and right, the sentinel finally returned the ID to me. "Do you know how to get there?"

"Yeah, I know."

I took the certificate, "Thank you!" Before I could say it, there was a snap, a standard and beautiful military salute.

In desperation, I had no choice but to perform a Nazi salute to the sentinel, which should be the most formal Nazi salute, and I felt a little annoyed.The young sentinel was no taller than me, but he was standing on the dais of the sentry box, so when I saluted, I almost poked my finger on the barrel of the Mauser K98 rifle he was wearing on his chest.Fortunately, I shrink fast, otherwise my fingers will suffer.Just holding back like this makes my Nazi salute even more unseemly.

Forget it, toughen the scalp, ignore the sarcasm in the eyes of the sentinel, and I walked into the gate of the Potsdam Military Academy.

I was lucky the last time I came here. The young sentinel was kinder and timid, and didn't stare at me like that.But that vigilant and contemptuous look in my eyes, I already felt very clearly when I walked through almost the entire campus and went to Principal von Mehlenhof's house, just like today.I know that all the eyes that can see me will stay on me for a few seconds, including those standing behind the windows in the teaching building; those who are practicing pull-ups in the sandpit on the playground; Saluting young students and instructors.All because of my black SS uniform.

Ever since I put on this military uniform, I have become accustomed to being surrounded by all kinds of eyes: awe, fear, flattery, vigilance, contempt and disgust. Whether these eyes are good or bad, they all have a distance, only Zhao.In retrospect, whether it was the first meeting on the platform of the Anhalter train station, the unexpected meeting in Ernst's office, or waking up in my arms in the early hours of Christmas Eve, Zhao His eyes are always gentle, pure, and full of hope, and it seems that any emotion with a dark side: fear, anger, and despair will have nothing to do with him.Sometimes I suspect: he doesn't really live in this world, at least he has a pure land in his heart, a paradise...

I walked along the long tree-lined avenue, bypassed a large area of ​​blooming rhododendron bushes, and stood under a towering linden tree. The small gray building in front of me was the home of Principal von Mehlenhof.When I received the principal's call, I almost jumped up with joy, but now, when I arrived in a hurry, I couldn't tell what kind of mood I was in at the moment.

This time I came to Berlin, I found an excuse.It can't be said to be an excuse, it's just for that matter.As soon as I arrived in Berlin, I went to Professor Straghold's office and handed Zhao's test record and the summary report together with the previous 9 failed tests to the professor, and finally my transfer. Apply.I applied to be transferred from the experimental group, and hoped not to participate in any research projects with living people as test objects in the future.

Whether to submit this application now, I hesitated, and because of this, I had another dispute with Zhao.What I am worried about is that if my application is approved soon, by then, I will have to leave, and Zhao is still in the concentration camp... But Zhao insisted, not insisting, but hoping, and he hoped that my hands would not be contaminated again. the blood of any innocent person.Facing his insistence, I had no choice but to give in. At the same time, I was also afraid that the professor would let me use Zhao to conduct experiments again.

After reading my application, the professor lowered his eyes and pressed his closed fingertips to his lips, with a heavy and sad expression on his face. "I want you to think again, Marty. Leaving now is not good for your future. You are my best student."

"Thank you! Professor, but..."

The professor waved his hand and interrupted me. "If you have really decided, I can consider it, but please give me a little time, I have to look for someone again."

I didn't insist, because I was also hesitant: I don't want to do this kind of experiment again, but I hope to stay for a while to protect Zhao.

I stepped up the steps just in time, and the corporal was already waiting.

The corporal is not young, with a fat body, thick lips, and looks honest and honest.He said he was an orderly, but he was actually a servant of the principal's general's family. I met him the last time I came here.

Taking my overcoat and cap, the corporal led me into the living room. "Sir, please wait a moment and come down immediately."

"Ok."

"What would you like, sir? Tea or coffee?"

"coffee."

"Please wait."

After the corporal withdrew, in order to distract myself and relieve my nervous and anxious mood at the moment, I looked around.

This small building is located in an independent garden deep in the campus. Although the material used is the same as other buildings in the school, gray granite, but the scale and style of the building are quite different. In addition, the blue cornflowers on the windowsill , and the bougainvilleas along the wall, the small building looks rigid and soft, full of wildness and exquisite cuteness.The same goes for the feel of the living room.The furniture is simple and thick mahogany, but the decoration is rich and colorful: Indian rattan is placed on soft and delicate Belgian handmade lace; Arabian brass pots are filled with flowers.Taped to one wall of the living room is a canvas printed with a contrasting black pattern, scattered with spears, clubs, bows and other weapons owned by natives of some distant world.

I was admiring this canvas woven with unknown fibers, when suddenly a series of footsteps sounded behind me, followed by a melodious mezzo-soprano: "This is tapa, a Polynesian herb made of mulberry bark." The fabric was brought back from Fiji."

I turned around, and the girl in front of me was wearing a small purple dress, milky white breeches, and purple leather boots that reached to her knees.A head of thick curly red hair, a pair of blue eyes with green light, a lively, young, beautiful face.

"You are the SS from Dachau." The girl raised her slender eyebrows, and added a more contemptuous tone to the already thorny words, while sitting down on the sofa.Because the speed of sitting down was too fast, I felt that she almost fell down, but obviously there was no pain from the fall.She crossed her legs, took the coffee that the corporal had just brought me, and took a sip gracefully.

Although I expected that Babel might be spoiled, I didn't expect her to be so arrogant and rude.I've never had experience with a girl, let alone one like this.I stood there, frustrated and embarrassed, hesitated for a while, and simply sat down on the sofa opposite her.