Dawn Redemption

Two soldiers sitting on a bathroom bench were washing each other's hair and chatting quietly.Others couldn't hear what was said, but they could hear the two laughing in unison from time to time.

In addition to strict requirements on the details of life, German soldiers also attach great importance to internal affairs.It is also because it is related to the military appearance of the entire army, and soldiers are also required to maintain good hygiene.So every day before lights out, the public baths in the barracks are full of tired soldiers.

The two of them were fighting, when they suddenly saw the young soldier who had just walked into the bathhouse at the same time, the man who had always combed his short blond hair back meticulously, and his handsome face was seldom disturbed.

"Hi, Finn!" One of the two, Rolf with a mustache, said to him.

Finn lowered his eyes: "Hi. Rolf, and Marcus." He remained expressionless as he spoke.He walked to the rack where the pile of clothes hung and unbuttoned his white shirt.

"You didn't come back last night?" Marcus asked.Finn took off his shirt and hung it in a relatively empty place: "Yeah. I couldn't come back because I worked too late yesterday." After that, he took off his white tight vest again, revealing well-proportioned but not exaggerated muscles and fair skin Smooth bodice.

Rolf wiped the water off his face, and flung the water onto Marcus's face intentionally or unintentionally: "Do you mean Lieutenant Colonel Fon Seifert? Oh, he has been working very hard, I heard that Yes. Thanks to these officers who have worked hard for the empire, we have such a glorious situation today. Anyway, I would definitely not be able to bear that kind of workload, not to mention it takes a lot of brains."

"That's why you are a sergeant." Marcus said in a sarcastic tone as if revenge, "but Finn has always been serious, so he was promoted faster than you." As if to make up for it, Marcus said Look at Finn.

At this time, Finn untied his belt, took off his trousers and underwear, and then reached for the bath towel that had been hung up in advance.At that moment, it can be clearly seen from his side that there is a large dark mark on the left waistline, which goes up to the left rib and extends to the junction of the waist and the upturned left hip.It was shockingly strange on the snow-white skin.

Finn wrapped a snow-white bath towel around his waist, temporarily hiding his private parts.His eyes have been intentionally avoiding the scar, and he has deliberately not recalled the memory brought up by the scar in his mind.

Carrying the toiletries and walking to the faucet, he first took out two blue and white Nivea product boxes, picked out the box of dental soap powder, put the other box of cream aside, and then took out a long handle Toothbrush, bend down to pick up a little water to moisten the toothbrush, apply tooth powder and start brushing.

"Fin," Marcus suddenly said seriously, "Actually, I really want to ask, how did you get that scar?"

Finn turned his head back, but his mouth was covered with white foam and it was difficult to answer, so he just stared at his clear blue eyes.The soft lines that spread downward from the back of the neck to the back are submerged in the edge of the white towel at just the right place.The slender legs can be seen even if they are covered by the towel.

"Don't look at me with that look, this is a very serious question." Marcus said, shaking his index finger. "You haven't been abused, have you... Oh my God, can't you be one!..." Rolf deliberately pretended to be shocked, and stared at Finn who spit out a mouthful of foam with his mouth wide open.

"What is it?" Finn asked, stuffing the toothbrush into his mouth at the same time.

Rolf scratched his hair in pain: "It's that...that..." At the same time, Marcus also cooperated with Rolf and made a miserable expression.The two of them seemed to be performing a play that had been choreographed many times, but the stage was temporarily set up in the bathhouse.

"The kind that was done by a man like Jonas..." Rolf blurted out suddenly.

Finn rolled his eyes vigorously, maintaining an indifferent expression as cold as an iceberg, rinsed his toothbrush, straightened his waist and said indifferently: "Then you burn me to death."

The tone was so cold that it was not a joke at all.

Marcus opened his gray eyes as if he had discovered the New World, and poked Rolf's arm with his elbow: "Dude, did you guess right?" Rolf immediately followed the words: "I think so. Oh Finn, your orientation makes those of us who sleep in the same dormitory feel very distressed." After that, he stroked his forehead with his hand.

Fein shook his head helplessly, found an empty faucet, untied the towel and hung it in a place where it wouldn't get wet.

"Oh no wonder," Marcus clapped his hands and suddenly realized, "You never read 'that' postcards in the dormitory and never did your hands..." Mixed up the last few syllables, but made an unsightly comparison with your hands "Sure enough, it's because you're not interested in women...but then again, don't people like you...?" Marcus compared the movement again, "or is it just because you were caught by the girl below?" The one you made?"

"I'm not." Almost unbearable, Finn retorted.

"I don't think you can be on it." Rolf said seriously.

"I'm not that kind of person." Finn tried to calm his voice, "A woman did it."

"So that's even more exciting." Marcus said as if he came to a conclusion.

"When I was seven..."

"You were taken care of at such a young age?" Marcus yelled out, causing the naked men in half the bathroom to turn their heads.However, because they are too familiar with the nature of these two people, everyone did not take the issue of "support" seriously.

Finn gave up his argument, turned around and rubbed his hair carefully.Snow-white foam gradually rose from the smooth golden hair, and slowly fell down along the tip of the hair to hang on the same fair skin.

Perfect body proportions, curves gracefully framing the waist and buttocks, and then the slender legs.From time to time, the scattered drops of water gathered into trickles and trickled down the smooth skin, leaving a shallow and fuzzy water mark.The water flowed over and spread to cover the dark scar, and the jagged edges were branded on the snow-white body without any excess.

Her hair was pulled into strands by fingers, and her clear blue eyes were also fumigated by the water vapor.The slender fingers slowly cleaned the body inch by inch from the neck all the way down.Years in the military, even the cleaning action has become mechanical and rigid.

The moment he lowered his eyes, he happened to see the scar that was being rubbed.

— Subconsciously flashing back his gaze.Self-deceived to avoid memories.

"Actually, I really want to ask, how did you get that scar?"

--no.

Can't think about it.

He shook his head vigorously, forcing himself not to recall.

—"Don't you understand, you have almost no place in this family."

——"But Finn can't be rejected by others because of me... Isn't he your own son?"

Holding the hem of his clothes tightly, he stood beside a table not much shorter than himself.Obviously the one who just got bullied, but hangs his head like a child who made a mistake.It's just that the quarrel between father and mother is getting louder and louder. I can't understand anything but feel very panicked.

The mother sat demurely in the main seat at the table, her long blond hair tied in curly curls hanging down her chest.The maid brought the hot coffee pot filled with freshly brewed coffee, but was driven away by the mother with a gloomy face.

"Yasmin, listen to me," his father propped his hands on the table, his face was livid, "I am not important in any way, but Finn is still young, so he cannot be treated like this at Yannick's house!"

"Then what else?" The mother rubbed the hair of the boy standing aside.The soft blond hair quickly lost its original neatness, the boy just bit his pale thin lips and remained silent.Mother withdrew her hand and picked up the still hot coffee pot. The sound of boiling and bubbling inside seemed to have not completely disappeared, "Why do you think that Fern is treated unfairly? You even care about children's games like this? "

"Game, isn't it?" the father sneered in a rare way, "Even if the child is not sensible, those cousins ​​of yours—"

"They are also your cousins."

"Even if they were, did they really regard Finn as someone from their own family? You clearly know that they, including you, care so much about the so-called family lineage..."

The mother's body trembled suddenly, and Finn hurriedly raised his eyes, and then the word "bloodline" seemed to destroy his mother, making her lose her strength, and she couldn't even hold the small coffee pot...

In an instant, dark boiling coffee poured out of the pot.

Finn suddenly came back to his senses, a trace of ferocity flashed in his eyes and then disappeared without a trace.The left side of the waist was stained pink due to inadvertent and repeated scrubbing.

Rinse the rest of your body quickly and turn off the water.He took the towel and walked aside to dry himself off.Even the body movements towards oneself become rude and vigorous.This is not the first time, but he still doesn't understand why every time he thinks about his childhood, he becomes irritable.

Rolf and Marcus had left at some point.Finn put on his underwear, then habitually put on his trousers, draped his shirt over his shoulders, and left the bathroom with his toiletries.

However, the lingering thing in his mind is still the piercing sound of the skin and flesh when the hot coffee is poured on his body.And the woman's unchanging contemptuous expression at that moment.