East Berlin's June Boat Song

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As May approached and the weather was pleasantly warm, we rowed on the lake and walked in the forest.By chance, we found a piano room in the palace. A huge grand piano was placed in the center of the empty room. The rich sunset slanted in through the carved glass and fell on the black piano body with gold rims.

We looked at each other and slipped into the deserted piano room hand in hand like children.

"Let's play a song." I lifted the piano cover, sat on the piano bench, patted the place next to me, "Come on."

But he stood silently at the side and said with a smile, "You play first."

"I can only play one piece, which is what you taught me."

"That's enough." His white and slender fingers rested lightly on the piano, making my throat tighten as I watched.

"Play it for me." He withdrew his hand under my fiery gaze, and proudly put it behind his back.

I smirked a few times, thinking that I was afraid of "destroying" this general in the past few days.

I haven't played for a long time, and my technique is a little rusty. After I played it again, I quickly entered the state. He just looked at me silently, with unfathomable emotions in his eyes, and he looked inexplicably sad.

I knew that some memories were lingering in his heart again, so I stopped.

"Why did it stop?" he asked.

I stood up, helped him to sit down, leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I want you to play for me, play whatever you want, just play what you want most."

He looked up at me and I kissed his eyes and stepped aside.

He raised his hands heavily and placed them on the keys, without moving for a long time.

I know that a frantic storm is raging in his heart, but underneath his expressionless face is a difficult struggle, and I sincerely hope that he can overcome it.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, and finally started to move, his fingers fluttering lightly like a butterfly, and the melodious melody like water floated in the golden sunset in an instant.

I smiled happily.

-Mozart's Sonata in C major.

The cheerful movement is full of pure and innocent childlike innocence, just like children running and playing in the flowers, when the sun shines on the ground, all sorrows will go away.

The short song ended soon, but he seemed to have entered the state, and did not stop, but directly cut into "Turkish March". Rhythm.

"Yes, Julian! Very well! Play more, and let's have fun forever!"

The movements of his hands are so fast that I can't see them clearly. He doesn't look at the keys at all. He closes his eyes and smiles like a spring, completely intoxicated by the beautiful melody. It's a smile of letting go of everything and letting go. In the music, he danced happily and looked like a fool.

But we are laughing!

Did you see it?We have a good laugh at your favorite tunes!

You look at him, then look at me, you see how happy we are!

Don't worry!My dear, you must be watching us from some hidden corner here, are you laughing too?

do not stop!Julian, don't stop!Let Mozart's music keep playing, and let our happiness last forever.We have to fight against all difficulties, we will never give up lightly, we shoulder his last hope for us, go on!Julian!We are going to walk together!

I opened my arms, looked up to the sky and laughed, and shed tears of excitement.I rushed to hug him again, kissed him, took his hand and danced with him.

"You did it darling, no one wants to see this moment more than I do."

His eyes were red, but he smiled happily.

He hugged me in his arms, the twilight of early summer, Mozart's piano music, the humid lake wind pouring into the piano room, we kissed lingeringly, and refused to let go for a moment.

We were very happy and crazy that day, and then we ran around the lake like children, chasing after each other, and finally collapsed on the grass from exhaustion.We looked at the stars under the night sky. He taught me to recognize the constellations, but I was too stupid to remember them all.So he said, you always know the moon, no matter where we are, we see the same moon.

I kissed his cheek and said that I still live under the same sky.

He smiled and said, then the existence of each other is a kind of blessing to us.

I said loudly, that's not natural, our existence is already very happy!There are such clear lakes, dreamy wisterias, bright moonlight... Jehovah gave us all these out of love, just to make us happy.

He looked at me affectionately and hugged me again.

Three days before the end of the vacation, in the early morning of May 1960, 5, the telephone in the suite rang loudly, which startled me in my sleep.Julian reacted quickly and connected the phone, covering my moaning mouth with his hands.

Sleepy-eyed, I saw the silhouette of him sitting up in the twilight of dawn. His face became colder and colder, and the lines of his side face became sharper. He nodded slightly and said, "Got it."

Then he hung up the phone and got up to get dressed.

"What happened?" I stood up and asked in a daze.

"Yeah." He replied softly to me: "The good times are over."

"What do you mean?" I opened my eyes wide.

He came over and hugged me, and explained intimately: "An American Lockheed U-2 reconnaissance plane flew over the Soviet Union yesterday and was shot down. My dear, you will be busy in a while."

I was taken aback. Could this be the moment when Richard said that the conflict broke out?

Anyway, we ended our trip in a hurry and went back to East Berlin separately.Sure enough, the situation began to become tense. The Americans claimed that it was just a weather survey plane with a problem with its oxygen system. The pilot Boris had already died when it flew over the Soviet Union, but it was an autopilot error.On the Soviet side, according to Khrushchev's remarks on the 7th, Boris, who was shot down, is still alive, and will even be imprisoned in the Soviet Union.

This time the two parties are tearing their skins apart. This is not over yet. At the Su-US Paris Summit on the 15th, Khrushchev asked Eisenhower to apologize, but the tough five-star general-born president would not ask this corn-loving " Siberian peasants" apologized, so our comrade Khrushchev left the meeting in a fit of anger, leaving the Americans completely messed up in the wind.

Alas, I only feel sorry for Germany that is caught in the middle. I was helplessly looking at the sky in the Stasi building. Why do you think this is?

I can't figure it out, but I still have to bite the bullet and do it.The Soviet military and the KGB immediately issued the highest order to carry out comprehensive cleaning activities to ensure the safety of the people.Especially Berlin, which is on the front line of the Cold War, is the top priority.

During the period, I met with Julian, and his whole body would be buried in a mountain of official affairs.The body I had managed to recover was about to be exhausted again, but I didn't have time to feel sorry for it. Who knows how many spies are waiting for me.Du En has already started gearing up, but I am not interested.

The words left by Richard in my heart are like a shovel digging bit by bit, trying to dig out my most primitive and sincere desire.I let out a long sigh, squatted in the shade next to Building 13 and smoked a cigarette, and was kicked hard by Milk who passed by.

"Our Deputy Director Mueller hasn't woken up yet. Is the money paid by the taxpayers just for you to squat here in a daze?"

Before I could return him a few words, he left like the wind.This dead madman took his anger at the Soviets out on me again.Oh, this man...

I stood up and went back to the office, summoned the sheriffs under my command, and assigned tasks one by one.Then he also checked the equipment himself, and joined Du En's task force to act together.Sure enough, East Berlin has become a den of thieves, not to mention the CIA and MI6, and even a few Mossads. These Jews have a way of hunting down the fugitive Nazis. I came to East Berlin again to make a mess, and took advantage of the trend to get into Karlshorst. These mysterious elements couldn't catch them, they confuse the public, and played me around.

After an MI6 narrowly escaped because of Mossad’s troubles, he ran into a senior KGB on the way back. He made no secret of his contempt for me, but his body was found in the northern suburbs of East Berlin the next day. Inside the garbage disposal plant.Israeli intelligence is always like a war, always in a state of war, unscrupulous.It seems that the KGB does not have a clear understanding of them.

But soon I couldn't laugh anymore.

As August approached, we captured a CIA agent during an emergency purge operation, and we took advantage of the momentum to hunt down his line liaison—another agent.This is information revealed to us by the KGB, saying that we need our help.Having said all that, there is no reason not to help, so I personally led the team to encircle and suppress the very powerful agent who I heard was very powerful.

Under our all-out pursuit, the agent fled in a panic, as if he lost his footsteps.Unexpectedly, after Dunn and I rushed over in a hurry, we found out that it was Frank.

So when he saw that I was leading the team with a gun, that pretty little face smiled sweetly at me, blinking his big eyes and looking at me innocently.

I naturally understood what was in that smile.

"Damn it, where's your Donald?!" I lowered my voice and stepped forward.

This is an abandoned factory, a favorite place for spies.He stood in a dim corner of the factory building, as if swallowed by darkness, and I couldn't see him clearly until I got closer.

There was a glimmer of haze in his bright eyes, and he said in a light and light voice, pretending to be indifferent: "It's just yesterday when I died."

My hand with the gun trembled a little, and when I got closer, I realized that the boy with coffee curly hair was covered in blood, and I couldn't tell whether it was his or Donald's.For some reason, I felt an inexplicable uneasiness in my heart. Although they were my enemies, they were not my enemies.Is it because the enemy only cares about the current situation and the attitude between the two great powers, the United States and the Soviet Union, but as far as I am concerned, what grievances do I have with them?What's more, these two people have saved my life and scared me several times.

"Hey, let me go, I can't die now." Frank still smiled, but the sadness in his smile could not be restrained. He took out a silver pocket watch from his pocket and said aggrievedly: "I And I have to help Donald give this pocket watch to his sister in England."

My hands are already trembling. If I detain him, he will surely die. If I let him go, I will not be able to escape the censorship, and maybe I will cause trouble for Julian.But his appearance is not at all ruthless.

When I was hesitating, I heard a whoosh, and Frank screamed, and he was shot in the leg and fell forward. I hurriedly supported him.However, before I could react, there were a few more gunshots, hitting everywhere, and one even brushed against my thigh.Can this still consider Frank?I was about to finish here myself, and I hurriedly called out to my own team, and the gunfire stopped shortly after.

Before someone walked into the factory building, I pushed Frank and whispered, "Go!"

Frank looked at me in surprise, without any hesitation, and fled away without saying thank you.I fell to the ground and rubbed my sore thigh and grinned. When someone approached, I realized it was a KGB squad.

I was the first to say: "Hey! You shoot indiscriminately! Let my prey run away!"

The leader of the KGB lieutenant shot a cold light in his eyes, and said with a fake smile: "Really? The famous Deputy Director Muller can't even deal with a Yankee who is at the end of the road. Tell me, is it because you have a problem with your business ability, or Is there something wrong with your attitude?"

"Then what do you mean by shooting me? Do you want me to catch him, or do you want me to let him go?"

The KGB lieutenant shrugged: "I didn't intend to shoot you. Who knew you were standing so close to him in the dark? What are you whispering? Alright, Deputy Chief Mueller, I know I'm not qualified to be here Asking you, it was my fault for accidentally hurting you, and I think Colonel Pitovlanov will personally condolences to you."

The lieutenant raised his proud head and turned his head to leave. After walking a few steps, he stopped suddenly, turned his head back and smiled sullenly, and said, "By the way, you don't know that we have set up several encirclement circles here, who is Frank? , now it's time to meet his God."

There was a buzzing sound in my head, and suddenly I fell into an ice cave.Staring blankly at the direction where Frank was escaping, a raging fire was shining.

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PS: The incident of the reconnaissance plane being shot down is a real historical event, known as the "U-2 crisis" in history.

Mossad (Mossad), the Israeli intelligence agency, is known as the world's four major intelligence agencies together with the KGB, CIA, and MI[-], and is the most mysterious.

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