[World War II] Thousands of Miles in the Sky

Turning around to close the door: "Since Miss Foko lacks a sweetheart to pin her cares on, I'll make it difficult for the sake of friendship in the past, so I'll make up for it."

"Horst Goser!" Inger screamed, raising her hand to beat the man whose back was facing her, "I never lack suitors!"

"Horst?!" Helga stood not far behind the man who hurriedly hugged Inge by the waist, looking at Ge Ze who had just closed the door and turned around, and said in surprise.

"Didn't expect that?" The man with his arms around Yingge's waist turned his head.The girl in his arms patted his arm vigorously: "Brother, let me go! You even said that I can't get married, I must beat him!"

"It's too unexpected." The surprise on Helga's face disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by an uncontrollable smile, "Horst Goser and Haryo Foko actually got mixed up, let the former classmates know Absolutely blow the pot."

Foco shrugged.Ge Ze stepped forward and walked in front of Ying Ge, saying, "Let's fight."

"Hate it!" Yingge yelled, punching Ge Ze's chest with a fist.The latter didn't move at all, and even his expression didn't change in the slightest.Only then did Foco let go of his hand, allowing his sister to lift her foot to step on Goser's leather boots again.

"Yingge, one day you finally admit that you can't get married," Ge Ze said suddenly, looking down at the girl who stomped on his boot, "Remember to ask me to make up for it."

Inge raised his head abruptly, and met Ge Ze's clear eyes.The young man in front of him had neat short black hair, and his dark gray coat was unbuttoned, revealing the black SS uniform underneath.Under the snow-white collar is a black uniform tie, and his hands with the officer's cap under his arm are in the pockets of his uniform jacket.

Two blushes suddenly appeared on her face, she turned around without saying anything, and walked towards the randomly placed seats in the hall.

"It's not that there are so many suitors," Foco looked at Yingge's back in surprise, "why would he care about one more."

Heerjia had already walked in front of Goser, without the slightest hint of restraint, she opened her mouth and said, "God, Horst, we have never heard so many words from you as a classmate in all these years! I almost thought you were Not speaking German at all!"

Foco stood aside and laughed.He turned his head to look at the layout of the hall, suddenly stopped his sight in one direction, and then hurriedly walked towards the phonograph in the corner.

"Is this your restaurant?" Ge Ze asked while taking off his coat.The military cap in his hand has been taken by Heerjia casually.

"Yeah, don't make too much fuss, and my mother won't find out that we're partying here." Helga said, showing a sly smile.She immediately exclaimed: "My cake is still in the oven!" Then she put the military cap in Horst's hand, turned around and ran towards the back kitchen.

Cheerful jazz has already sounded from a corner of the restaurant.Foco turned around in satisfaction, took off his coat, and walked towards the couch where Inger was sitting: "You really remembered to bring it."

"I've already given the record to Helga during the day." Inge looked up at Foko, "otherwise, if you walk on the street with such a record at night, you won't say anything if you meet a patrolman." I don't know."

As soon as Ge Ze walked to the sofa and sat next to Inge, the latter reached out and snatched the officer's cap he was holding, and put it on his head.

"There's a curfew in Berlin again?" Goeser asked.

Foco stood in front of the two and shook his head: "It's just that the management has been stricter recently. How about Bavaria?"

"There's no curfew," Goser said.

Foco couldn't help but said, "I'm asking how you are doing in Bavaria."

Before Geze could answer, Heerjia's voice came from afar: "Someone help me get it!"

Foko turned around when he heard the sound, but Inger stood up and walked over in front of him, scolding as he walked, "Don't make trouble, you have to throw the cake all over the floor."

Foko looked at the direction in which Inge was leaving, turned his head and looked at Ge Ze, curled his lips, walked to Inge's original position and sat down.

"How are you doing at the Air Force Academy, Red Baron?" Ge Ze turned his head to the right to look at Foko, and asked with the corner of his mouth raised.

"Very good," said Fokau, looking back at Goser not to be outdone, and also quipped, "Where are you at the SS Academy in Bad Tetz, Ernst Jung?"

"Learned a great thing," Goser replied. "It's called never believing what an Air Force officer says."

"Hey!" Foco yelled, "It's rare that we are all fake, and you treat me like this."

"Is it hard to fly a plane?" Ge Ze asked.

"Fortunately, it's fun." Foco said enthusiastically, "In the future... when the war is over, I'll teach you!"

"Really?" Ge Ze raised his eyebrows, "You always lie to me."

"When did I lie to you?" Foco asked in surprise.

"Who is the person who swears that he will go to register with me to join the army?" Ge Ze said with a sideways glance at Foko.

Foco raised his hand and scratched his head in embarrassment, "It's been so many years, you still remember. I didn't know at that time that I would want to go to the Air Force."

"Get out of the way, be careful!" Helga came out of the kitchen with a tray in thick gloves.The two men sitting quickly straightened up and dodged backwards to make room for her around the low table.Inge, holding a wine bottle and corkscrew in one hand, and a glass in the other, hurriedly followed.

"It's been so long with a drink." Folk complained half-jokingly.

"Go and get it yourself!" Inge immediately glared at him, "If you talk nonsense, you will be covered with cake!"

"Don't be so wasteful." Ge Ze interjected, "If you don't want to eat the cake, just give it to me. I'll just cover his face with dirt for you later."

Helga put the cake on the table, and immediately shouted: "Oh, I forgot the tableware!" After speaking, she pulled Inge up and ran towards the back kitchen.

"Helga really hasn't changed at all," Goser said.He picked up the corkscrew on the table and drilled on the cork of the wine bottle.

Foco nodded, tapping his fingers on his knees to the beat of the jazz.The music from the phonograph flows in the room, like a long river, stretching the time so long that every minute and every second is submerged in it.

This time Inge came out first, put the knife and fork in his hand on the table, and sat on the left side of Goser, reaching out to pick up the glass of wine that the latter handed over.Ge Ze's military cap was still worn on her head.

Helga put the stack of plates in her hand on the table, and immediately sat on the sofa chair by the low table facing the sofa, leaned forward, and couldn't wait to ask Goser and Foko: "You two When did you get together?"

"I haven't got him yet," Goser said.

"It happened a long time ago," Foco said vaguely with a piece of cake stuffed into his mouth, "remember that old man who taught literary history?" Slap on the hand: "Wait for me to cut!"

"I remember," said Helga, "every day you fought fiercely with a ruler. One day, on the way home from get off work, you splashed dirty water all over the bushes in front of the bookstore." ?”

Foco nodded.

"You must have done it on purpose, right?" Helga looked at Foko curiously, "But you couldn't see anyone on the street through the bushes, and the bookstore owner also said that you went to read a book that day and kindly helped him water it. In the end, even the old man of literature and history didn't catch you, so he could only punish you to run five laps around the school."

"He signaled me with the reflection of the mirror on the high tower of the museum across the street." Folk looked down at Inger cutting the cake, and absently raised his finger to Gezer beside him, "I only walked around once. The old man was called away by him halfway to ask questions."

Heerjia couldn't help covering her mouth, and laughed tremblingly: "No wonder it's so difficult to catch you. It turns out that you have always had an accomplice! It's an accomplice that no one would think of."

With a faint smile on his lips, Ge Ze raised his glass and took a sip.

"Master Literary History likes you so much," Heerjia turned to Ge Ze and asked, "I never waved a ruler in front of you, why did you follow him to splash water on him?"

"That pedantic old man praised me for my good grades every day," Ge Ze rolled his eyes, "I will definitely be able to find an easy civilian job in the National Defense Force in the future. It's really unbearable!"

"So that's how it is." Helga said suddenly, "Who doesn't know that Horst has a good character and advanced thinking, and we won't go to the non-Waffen SS!" She picked up a glass of wine from the low table and shook it While drinking the dark red liquid in the cup, he teased and said, "It's because you don't like to socialize with your classmates, and you always have a serious look that rejects people thousands of miles away! Let me tell you, we girls talk about you a lot. You are handsome, You are tall and tall, I knew you were such a funny person, and you were surrounded by water when you were not in high school?"

Her words were obviously joking, but they were also extraordinarily sincere.I don't know whether the nostalgia revealed in the words is caused by the fading youthful student days in memory, or it is born of the pure and ignorant admiration in the past.

"If you like tall and handsome people," Goser said, "I know quite a few pure Dutch people in the SS, who are taller than me. I will introduce you to you another day."

"If they were all as serious as you," returned Helga, "I can't stand it."

Foko coughed suddenly and violently.He covered his mouth with one hand and put the glass back on the table with the other.Inge frowned at Foko across Goser leaning on the back of the sofa.

Foco coughed for a while, then slowly calmed down to breathe, and said, "Is he still not smiling? Don't look at him always in a daze, he's got a lot of ideas."

Heerjia tilted her head and looked at Goze with a penetrating expression.