Battle of the Rhine

The Sir John that Xia Li said was useless, but Quincy thought that guy had some good points. "He's taller than me," Quincy said calmly as he sorted out birthday cards and put them in a large notebook at night, "and he's much better at sports than me."

"Aren't you a sergeant?" Except for Emma, ​​Michael was concerned about this, "or should you... what is the name of an officer older than a sergeant?"

"I am nothing."

"Impossible! You are a very handsome king..."

Quincy put away the notebook, "When is your birthday?"

"It's not my birthday." Michael lay on the bed with his feet crossed. "Old Michael was never willing to spend money on buying a cake for his only son, let alone a gift. He would never give me anything valuable at Christmas. Wanted a pair of cowboy boots, you've seen those boots... He beat me up and called me the worst loser in town, 'cause, 'That kind of shoes just grind your toes!' "

"Boots do wear out your toes," Quincy said. "I've had army boots. It hurts."

"John is your friend?" Michael turned over and stared at the back of the figure lingering in front of the bookshelf.As the weather turned cooler, Quincy changed into flannel trousers and a plaid shirt.This kind of dress makes him look like a college student. "Charlie said he likes to pester you."

"John is a strange kid." Quincy took out a book and flipped through it. "His ideas... well, extreme."

"That's why he joined the SS."

"Well, I'm surprised he made it back alive. He probably couldn't stand jail."

"I remember him as a brunette."

"Yes, black, and his eyes are also dark. When I was a child, he used to pull my hair, pinch my face, and push me down on purpose," Quincy fiddled with the hair behind his ear, "he said, people with blond hair are fools." .”

"He's a fool!" cried Michael. "Gold hair is the prettiest hair! I'd dream of having blond hair! He must be jealous of you!"

"I don't have anything to be jealous of him. He's got good grades, he's excellent in math; sports, he's on the school football team; as for the rest... he's very popular, especially with girls. I'm the exact opposite, except for him, No classmates to count as friends. Not many girls outside of Emma and Charlie would talk to me."

"They are all jealous of you, jealous of your smartness and beauty."

"Beautiful is not the word for a man, Mike."

"I think this word is perfect," Michael jumped off the ground, put his arms around Quincy's shoulders, half hugged and half hugged him, and dragged him to the bedside. "Talk to me, don't read your pornographic books."

"It's all serious books—"

"Okay, okay," Michael kissed the corner of Quincy's mouth, "I beat Sir Idiot for you, how are you going to thank me?"

"I didn't ask you to beat John up," said Quincy. "I don't care if he talks nonsense when he's angry. And besides, he just keeps repeating those few words—I suspect he's either trying to woo Xia." Lie, or Emma. His mother once mentioned that she wanted Charlie to be engaged to him. Don't even think about it, I would never agree to my sister marrying such a... mentally unstable person as John."

"Franz's parents were cooks?"

"It's my family's chef. Franz has been in my family since he was a child. He was a lively little guy when he was a child, and he was not good at science."

"You can hire me to herd cattle for your family." Michael lifted Quincy's hair that was hanging down his forehead, "I don't want a salary, my lord the king."

"If you don't want a salary, you will steal my cattle." Quincy patted Michael's hand, "Don't mess with my hair."

"Your hair is like the golden fleece. Do you know the story? A Greek story—"

"That's ancient Greek mythology, Mike the Gorilla."

Quincy told Michael the story of the hero Jason. "Where is the country of Greece?" Michael said enthusiastically, "Is it still there?"

"You're such an American," said Quincy. "Do you want to go to Greece?"

"Let's go to Greece to search together, maybe we can find ancient coins, pots, that kind of antiques..."

"Sorry, I have to go to work, you go by yourself."

Michael collapsed on the bed with Quincy in his arms, rubbed his face, and laughed happily.Just talking to Quincy cheered him up.There was something magical about the German, and Michael kissed Quincy's face and lips, and a strange thought grew wildly in his mind: John liked Quincy, not among friends, but—

The next week, the first few days were calm, Michael and Quincy went to work, left work, threw away the nasty fish steaks for lunch, chatted at night, played chess-Quinnessy taught Michael to play chess, Michael felt that The game is rarely a headache, and there is no feeling of relaxation at all.

On Saturday, Quincy didn't work overtime, so he stayed in bed until eleven o'clock.At noon, he ate half a hamburger, and then went back to take a nap.Just then, the doorbell rang.Michael opened the door - he regretted it, he shouldn't have opened the door - Sir Johann von Seidlitz saw him and immediately raised his eyes, "Why you!"

"I still want to ask you." Michael was about to close the door, "There is no one you are looking for, get out!"

"Karl lives here!" Cedric shouted, "Karl? Karl!"

It's a shame to have such a guy yelling at the door, but the good thing is that the neighbors, the Muellers, will call the police immediately.This Sir should go back to prison and squat. Michael pushed him out, and Sedlitz squeezed back.They pushed and shoved a few times at the door, and perhaps the noise had woken Quincy, who rubbed his eyes and came down from the second floor in his blue-gray flannel trousers, plaid shirt, and the thin woolen woven by Charlie. Overcoat, Cedric's eyes lit up, "Karl!"

"John," Quincy said expressionlessly, he must have not woken up yet, "you...why are you here?"

"I've come to see you," said Seidlitz eagerly, "I'm worried about you, Karl, I've been worried about you—"

"Come on, that's not what you said in church." Michael pushed Cedric away, "You can really lie..."

"I'm fucking talking to Carl, you don't have to interrupt." Seidlitz said sharply, and when he turned to Quincy, he immediately changed his face and smiled. "Carl, are you okay? I—"

"Come to my house, you have to make an appointment," Quincy said, "You shouldn't come suddenly."

"I never had to make an appointment to see you before." Cedric was a little confused, "Aren't we friends? Why do I still need to make an appointment?"

"He's not your friend," Michael said, "Have you heard that, make an appointment, and you can only come if you make an appointment!"

"I told you, I'm talking to Karl, you don't have the right to intervene!" Cedric suddenly roared loudly, "Who the hell are you? Why do you live in Karl's house? I haven't asked you yet!"

"He's my friend." Quincy said quietly, "Come on, John, we're not kids anymore... Please leave, I don't want to see you again."