On the street at the southern end of the small town of Rothenburg, Wei Ran and Phil chatted about their experiences since the last meeting while walking toward the outside of the city.

Compared with the experience of being captured by a German reporter and several Italians in the description of military service in the North African desert fabricated by Weihan, Phil who stayed on the Western Front battlefield had achieved remarkable results in the war.

This pharmacist who became a navigator had a terrifying resume of sending away 7 captains, 4 radio operators and 19 machine gunners in the past five years. He flew through almost the entire World War II without any damage, and flew dozens of

He participated in the bombing of military targets in Germany, France and Belgium for several times, and even participated in anti-submarine missions and air strike missions for landing operations.

But compared to these, the navigator chose to retire on the day when the Allied forces entered Berlin, completely leaving the battlefield where there was no longer any suspense.

We walked and chatted all the way, raising the camera again and again but rarely pressing the shutter button. Wei had been secretly observing the orchards and schools passing along the way, guessing where Julian's wife's home and school were.

Phil, who was equally absent-minded, was also observing the house numbers of every building he passed along the way, trying to find the address on Julian's letter.

Finally, when Wei Ran once again saw an apple orchard full of red apples and a two-story wooden house with a fenced courtyard through the viewfinder of the camera, Phil also stopped abruptly.

“That’s it”

Phil looked at the lonely wooden house and said, "That's the delivery address for Mr. Julian's letter."

"Should we go over and take a look now?" Wei Ran stopped and asked.

After hesitating for a moment, Phil pressed the backpack slung on his shoulder, finally sighed and said, "Now that you have found this place, let's go take a look."

Hearing this, Wei Ran walked towards the orchard on the roadside.

However, just when the two of them were less than five meters away from the one-meter-high fence, they saw a person wearing a long skirt in the corner of the small wooden house facing the sun.

A beautiful woman wearing a sun hat sat on a bench holding her slightly bulging belly, looking blankly at an apple tree in the distance filled with fruit, looking at some men or women of different ages, and

Some half-grown children worked together to pick the fruits one by one and put them in the basket.

"Who are you looking for?"

Just when Wei Ran and Phil were looking at each other, a man who looked to be in his mid-twenties and pushing a cart came over from the orchard and greeted Wei Ran and Phil enthusiastically.

call.

"Excuse me..."

Phil glanced at Wei Ran before continuing, "Excuse me, is this Mrs. Barbara Klinsmann's home?"

"Who are you?" After putting down the trolley, the man subconsciously glanced at the woman sitting on the bench not far away.

"us..."

"Can we go across the road and have a chat?"

Wei Ran grabbed the topic and asked, "Also, can you give us two apples to eat?"

"Of course, of course."

Before the man finished speaking, he had already handed over two big, red apples to Wei Ran and Phil. Then he looked at the pregnant woman sitting on the bench in the distance again, and finally pushed open the fence door and came out.

He followed Wei Ran and Phil to the other side of the road.

"Is that Mrs. Barbara?"

While Wei Ran asked, he also took out the paratrooper's gravity knife from the metal book, took out the sharp stainless steel blade, and slowly peeled off the increasingly long peel of the apple in his hand.

Glancing at the "fruit knife" in Wei Ran's hand, the man's eyes shrank, and after a moment of hesitation he replied, "Yes, she is indeed Mrs. Barbara von Klinsmann. You, what are you doing?"

who is it?"

"Feng?"

Wei Ran glanced at the other party suspiciously, and once again shook the paratrooper knife in his hand before Phil could speak, "We are Julian's teammates. We served on the same plane, but as far as I know

, there is no Feng in Julian’s name.”

"That arrogant man didn't bother to add Feng to his name." The young man sighed, "I have already guessed that you must be related to him."

"So you are?" Phil hesitated for a moment and continued to ask, "You and Mrs. Barbara..."

"We are all colleagues of Mrs. Barbara."

The man pointed to the orchard behind him, "All the adults you see busy in the orchard, including me, are teachers who once taught in the same school as Mrs. Barbara. As for those who came to help on the weekends,

The children are all students of us and Mrs. Barbara."

"Mrs. Barbara remarried?" Wei Ran said, and gestured to his abdomen with the hand holding the paratrooper's knife.

"No"

The man sighed, took out a crumpled cigarette case from his pocket with trembling hands, took out a cigarette from it and put it into his mouth to light it. After taking a few puffs, he said, "Please don't doubt Mrs. Barbara's loyalty.

, her belly...she..."

Before he finished speaking, the man had tears streaming down his face and said angrily in a hoarse voice, "It's the British who occupied Bremen."

"This is impossible!" Phil exclaimed subconsciously in German.

"impossible?"

The man with tears on his face looked at Phil with a sad smile, "What is impossible? The British who occupied Bremen, those proud gentlemen who patrolled the territory like big roosters in search of spoils, discovered that they were hiding in the orchard.

Barbara in.

See that house?

Yes, it was in that house that 12 victorious British soldiers killed Mrs. Barbara and another math teacher who was hiding there again and again throughout the day.

There was nothing we could do, we weren't even allowed into the orchard to take away Mrs. Barbara's son! The five-year-old child was locked outside and listened to his mother screaming in the room!

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Were you celebrating the downing of a few more British planes, or were you hiding in the air raid shelters dreaming that we could win that stupid war? Where were you! Tell me, where were you!"

"Sorry, we...we're late."

As if his backbone had been taken away, Phil knelt down weakly on the side of the road, muttering to himself over and over again.

The red apple in his hand also rolled to the ground, rolled to the opposite side, and rolled to the feet of a little blond boy wearing ill-fitting clothes. He picked it up again, wiped it clean with his sleeves, and walked staggeringly.

He walked over and carefully handed it to Phil.

"His name is Attila"

The man with tears on his face choked up and said, "Attila Klinsmann, without that stupid, ridiculous and redundant Feng, is the child of Mrs. Barbara and that arrogant pilot Mr. Julian."

"Attila, Attila"

Phil, who was kneeling on the ground, stretched out his hands tremblingly, trying to hug the slightly reserved child who was standing one meter away.

"Uncle, eat the apple." Attila finally plucked up the courage and handed the big, red apple over to him, "My apples are so sweet."

"I eat, I eat"

Phil, who was completely overwhelmed by guilt, took the apple from Attila's hand and ate it with big mouthfuls, but he couldn't stop the tears from falling down.

"Uncle, you eat too." Attila raised his head and looked at Wei Ran, who was clenching his teeth and keeping silent. "My apples are the sweetest, I swear!"

"I eat"

Wei Ran used a paratrooper's knife to carefully peel off the last piece of peel on the apple, and then took a big bite.

The sweet and crisp texture is indeed delicious, but this delicious apple is particularly difficult to swallow.

"Uncle, are you here to buy Apple?"

Attila mustered up the courage to continue asking, "Please buy our apples, or buy my cider. We need a lot of money."

"Good kids, what do you need money for?" Phil asked, wiping away tears.

"I don't know either"

Attila lowered his head and said, "Uncles and aunts said that mother needs a lot of money."

"Good boy, please go back and help pick apples first."

The man wiped away his tears and said, "I'll find a way to get these two uncles to buy all the apples and cider."

"Um!"

Attila nodded vigorously, and then asked cautiously, "They... they won't bully mom, right?"

"No, it won't be." Phil assured in a panic, "I swear, no one will dare to bully your mother again."

"Thank you." The little guy bowed politely, then turned and walked towards the orchard on the other side of the road.

"At the end of this year, Mrs. Barbara's baby will be born."

The man standing next to Wei Ran and Phil sighed and explained, "Also, winter is coming, but let alone coal burning, there isn't even a thick enough quilt in that house."

"us..."

Phil took the half-eaten apple and asked in a hoarse voice, "We, can we go see Mrs. Barbara? I have here... I have Julian's letter to her, and

...and some of his relics."

"You should have come earlier"

The man sighed, and finally took a step forward, walking to the other side of the road and saying, "Come with me..."

"Are you going to give that pistol to Mrs. Barbara too?" Wei Ran, who had already eaten the core of the fruit, asked in Latin.
To be continued...