[World War II] Thousands of Miles in the Sky

Two psychopaths! "

Ge Ze lowered his head and pushed the safety catch of the pistol back into the holster on his waist.Then the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he turned his face to look at Foko. The two looked at each other meaningfully for a moment, and Goser looked back at Helga again:

"If you ask me, Ymir is definitely still squatting nearby, just waiting to catch Hayo some more."

Helga nodded: "With his small belly, he must be right."

"Then let's give him something to catch." Ge Ze said, turning around to look at Foko.Inge turned his head to look at Helga and Goser curiously, and the beating movement with his hands also stopped unknowingly.Foko took the opportunity to slip away from her and walked up to Goser.

Ge Ze glanced at the piano by the window without saying a word.Foco immediately showed a sly smile, the two exchanged glances briefly, and walked towards the window in unison.

Ge Ze jerked open the dark blue curtains, and the rings rubbed against the beams that hung the curtains, making a sharp sound.The moonlight burst in like a bank, and shone on the dimly lit piano in front of the window, enveloping Foco, who was sitting on the piano bench, in a flawless moonlight.

"Which one?" Folk said, flipping up the lid.

""Adolf Hitlerplatz"." Goeser opened the window, turned around and put his right hand on the edge of the piano body, leaned on the side of the piano, lowered his head slightly, and looked at Foko quietly.

Ingra surrounded Helga.

Foucault put his hands on the keys.The cheerful jazz rhythm immediately flowed from the slender and graceful fingers, but it was an obvious military song melody.

Ge Ze suddenly let go of Qin's right hand and stood up straight.Then the song sounded:

"In Adolf Hitlerplatz,

The young oak is growing,

fearless wind and snow,

She struggles toward the sun;

She is our glorious example,

Loyal and brave,

until death

Defend the frontiers of the fatherland. "

Helga's eyes widened in surprise.Ge Ze's voice was clear and smooth, as lively and agile as raindrops knocking on the glass window continuously, completely different from his usual steady voice.He sang a song popular with the Stormtroopers affectionately, and his expression was completely different from that of Cai Cai just now.Goeser was smiling at the corner of his mouth at the moment, and his figure wrapped in black uniform stood in the moonlight, like the stormtroopers in Hans Adolf Bühler's oil painting who remained calm amidst the hail of bullets.It seems that he was born to belong to the battlefield, and the more troubled the world is, the more he can feel like a fish in water.

"With all our lives,

Compose a German chapter.

Loyal and joyful music,

Glittering in the world. "

As soon as the singing stopped, Ge Ze kicked Fu Ke lightly on the calf sideways: "Give me the voice."

"No." Foucault answered without raising his head, as he was concentrating on playing a cheerful interlude.

"Believe it or not?" Ge Ze threatened.

"Do not believe."

Ge Ze didn't speak anymore, but continued to sing:

"In Adolf Hitlerplatz,

The German oak is thinking,

the vicissitudes of the old times,

and a new bright future;

She recalls the great German forests,

His safety and well-being,

full of longing,

Soothe her sorrows. "

Foucault's piano sound is crisp and powerful, and the improvised double chords are skillfully combined with the original melody, seamlessly matching the words and sentences of Gozer.Foko raised his eyes inadvertently, and met Gozer's gaze, and the two smiled at each other.

"With all our lives,

Compose a German chapter.

Loyal and joyful music,

Glittering in the world. "

After all, Foco finished the riff softly along with Gorzer.The loud sound of the piano echoed in the empty restaurant, and drifted to the quiet street through the wide open windows.Ge Ze's clear voice sounded again, and the clear uvula made his singing more cadenced and majestic:

"On Adolf Hitlerplatz,

German Young Oak,

she became free and strong;

like our German lands,

German strength! "

Foucault's performance is also becoming more and more rapid, with complex chords layered on top of each other.

"The whole world will be watching,

Witness this moment,

Comrades, raise your loyal arms! "

After Geze finished singing, he actually raised his right hand, stretched his arms and shouted: "Victory!"

"...Long live." Folk laughed and continued, and after playing the last phrase, the whole person almost fell down on the keys with laughter.

"Victory!" Goze shouted again.

"Long live." Folk said out of breath with laughter.

Inge, who was standing aside with her arms folded, couldn't help giggling, and Ge Ze's military cap was on top of her head again at some point.Helga next to her even covered her mouth, laughing unsteadily.

"Heil Hitler!" Goeser shouted provocatively out of the window, "Long live Germany!"

"Okay, okay," Helga said, going forward to close the window, "Ymir is going to be mad at you."

Only then did Ge Ze turn his head with great satisfaction, and just as he saw that Foko had closed the piano cover and stood up, the eyes of the two met again.

"Hayo, before I met you, I never believed in a person without reservation." Ge Ze whispered, "You are the first person I will call a comrade-in-arms from the bottom of my heart. From the beginning I have I don’t know why you trust you unconditionally, and you trust me for no reason, I thought this kind of tacit understanding only existed in the romanticism of front-line literature.” As he said, he stared into Foco’s eyes, and indescribable complexity once again surged Feelings: "When you don't want me as a friend, I won't have the need to live."

Foco was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "What if I'm not here?"

Goser didn't answer.He lowered his head and stared at the SS badge on his chest for a long time, as if saying: I know who else in this world I can fully trust, and what else can I live for.

The author has something to say:

Had a dream.In the dream, I was sitting under the stage, waiting for the award in the middle school essay competition.When the first prize was read on the stage, I clearly heard the name of Horst Goetze, but I didn't see it when I checked the list again.So I asked the girl who presented the award, what about HerrGoetze's article?

She faltered and said that it was originally written very well and was rated as the first; later, it was dropped from the list of winners because it was too racist.

I resisted the urge to laugh and fall to the ground on the spot and said, then I want to read it?She said you should ask the teacher.

When I got the thesis and read it, I was really full of talent, but in the writing, I tried my best to be acrimonious, which was really cool and crazy...

Continue to update "[World War II] Black Sun" tomorrow.