"That's Julian's relic," Phil said thoughtfully, "but I'm not sure whether I should give it to her."

"If you're going to give it to her, at least empty the chamber and magazine."

Wei Ran continued to speak in Latin, "I guess, if it weren't for waiting for the news that Julian might still be alive, Mrs. Barbara might..."

"I...I know"

Phil gritted his teeth, took out the pistol from his arms, pulled the slide again and again, emptied the few bullets inside, and then stuffed it back into his arms under the watch of the man. At the same time, step by step

He followed the other person through the fence gate and walked to the bench.

"Mrs. Barbara is a music teacher, the gentlest music teacher I have ever seen."

The man who brought the two of them over said in a hoarse voice, "But ever since those damn British came, she...she has never spoken or sung anything again."

"Why is this happening..."

Phil muttered with a pale face, then turned to look at Wei Ran, only to find that the latter was squatting down, keeping the same height as Mrs. Barbara, and pressed the shutter of the camera.

"What are you doing?" Phil asked with a frown.

"I don't want to leave any regrets. I don't know when I will see Mrs. Barbara next time, and I don't know if Attila will forget his mother in the future. Since I have the opportunity, why not take more photos of her?"

?”

Wei Ran said seriously, and at the same time, he changed the angle slightly and raised the camera again. Just like before, he deliberately let the viewfinder only cover Mrs. Barbara's upper body and ignored her bulging belly.

"Sir, please take some photos of Attila and Mrs. Barbara." The man who brought them begged.

"sure"

"Can you just say that as long as you take a photo with them, you are willing to buy all the apples and cider here?"

The man considered and asked, "Of course, I'm not asking you to actually buy them. We will find a way to sell these things. I just hope that sensible child can be happy."

"no problem"

Wei Ran nodded again, and using the British trench coat as a cover, he took out the kettle from the metal book, and handed it to the other party along with all the marks in his wallet, "Also, help me fill this kettle.

Mrs. Barbara's Cider Bar."

"We helped brew those wines."

The man took the flask and money and said, "The only thing she can do now is to take care of Attila."

After saying that, without waiting for Wei Ran or Phil to say anything, the man greeted Attila who was not far away, and then walked into the wooden house carrying a kettle.

"Let's wait for a while"

Wei Ran, who had already had a premonition of something, said to Phil, "Let me take a photo of mother and son first."

"Okay...okay"

Phil nodded, staggered not far away and sat on the steps of the wooden house, chewing on the apple in his hand that was about to squeeze his fingers into the pulp.

After a while, the man walked out of the wooden house carrying Wei Ran's kettle. In his other hand, he also carried a tin kettle and two glass cups.

“Try it”

As the man spoke, he first handed the kettle to Wei Ran, then placed the two cups on the table beside the door, and filled them with clear cider from the tin jug in his hand.

“Let’s have a drink”

While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already picked up the cup and took a sip of the apple cider, which was so sweet that you couldn't help but smile, but also so bitter that you couldn't help but cry.

When the two of them drank the two glasses of fruit wine in silence, the man also finished telling Attila the excuse he had agreed with Wei Ran in advance.

When Wei Ran squatted by the bench again, Attila also sat next to Mrs. Barbara, and the latter, with a dull look on her face, naturally held Attila in her arms.

Sighing secretly, Wei Ran used the camera's viewfinder to cover the upper bodies of the mother and son, and silently pressed the shutter button.

To be on the safe side, Wei Ran took two more photos. He nodded towards Phil, then stood up and took a step back. He took out a few more dollars and handed them to the man who had been standing next to him, "Please take Attila to the city."

, take him to buy a set of clean and beautiful clothes."

Hearing this, the man trembled, obviously aware of something, but in the end, he sighed and nodded vigorously, "I will take him to buy clothes right now."

"Then take him to the hotel at this address to have a rest."

Wei Ran also handed the note with the hotel address in his wallet to the other party, "Tell the boss to let him rest in Victor or Mr. Phil's room. If the boss doesn't agree,

Just find a young man named Hans von Basten and he will arrange it for you."

"good"

The man nodded, picked up the young and ignorant Attila and walked towards his colleagues in the distance.

"Did you have a premonition?" Phil's voice became hoarse.

"Well," Wei Ran nodded and said almost indifferently, "it might be a relief for Mrs. Barbara."

"Yeah, it's not a relief." Phil sighed, "Aside from causing one tragedy after another, what's the point of this ridiculous war?"

"I have no idea"

After Wei Ran finished speaking, he turned around and left. He had had enough of this feeling of powerlessness that he knew the outcome but could not change at all.

Even this time, even if he can change history, for that poor woman, what is about to happen next may be the best ending for her.

After a moment of waiting, two carriages were the first to take away the children who came to help during the weekend.

After waiting for a while, a woman who looked to be about forty or fifty years old took away the young Attila. Mrs. Barbara's colleagues all stopped what they were doing and came over.

Looking for help again and looking at Wei Ran, who was smoking alone in the distance, Phil finally opened his backpack and took out the German kettle filled with brandy and the extra tightly buckled German lunch box from the backpack.

In this quiet, fruity little yard, Phil slowly described his encounter with Julian in German, describing everything that happened in that buoy, especially the relationship between him and Julian.

The agreement on "wife mailbox" and the discussion on how to be a good father in the future.

There was also the death of Julian, the crazy French woman, and... his wife who was about to give birth but died in a German bombing, and even Hans, the little thief Hans met on the train.

I don’t know when it started, but Barbara, who was expressionless, burst into tears.

At some point, this music teacher, who had endured the ugliest aspects of war, began to sing the song Lily Marlene.

At some point, her colleagues, with tears rolling down their cheeks, sang together the song Lily Marlene that they sang in the trenches on the front line, in the Axis positions, and in the Allied positions.

After a long time, when Wei Ran pressed the shutter again, the young woman with a slightly bulging belly solemnly bowed to Phil and Wei Ran, and said in a pleasant voice, "Mr. Phil, Mr. Victor

, thank you for being friends with my husband Julian Klinsmann in that environment.

Thank you for accompanying him through the last period of his life, thank you for giving him the last dignity of a soldier, and thank you even more for sending back his relics and letters after the war."

"Mrs. Barbara..." Phil, who was also in tears, stood up in a panic and tried to say something guiltily, "I..."

"Please try the apples that Julian and I grew."

Barbara reached out and picked out a large, red apple from the cart not far away. Then she picked up the paratrooper knife belonging to Julian that Phil had sent back, and skillfully threw it out.

The blade skillfully cut out the long peel.

"Julian is a nobleman, or rather, he is the son of a nobleman."

Barbara said to herself, "He is a special noble. Although he is a little childish and arrogant, he respects everyone equally, whether he is the grandson of an earl, the nephew of a baron, or just a butcher.

.No, rather than respect, it is better to say that he despises everyone equally."

"He was a true gentleman," Phil said with a sigh.

"Eat the apple"

Barbara handed the peeled apple to Phil, then picked up the second one and peeled it, "He never cared about the status of aristocrat, but after getting married, he insisted on adding the word "noble" to my name.

VON, he said he didn’t want to be a noble, but he didn’t mind letting me experience being a noble wife.

Ha! Just add three letters in the middle of the name to become a noble. It is really simple and saves effort, but it is a waste of ink."

"Mrs. Barbara..."

"I'm fine"

Barbara waved her hand towards Phil and said with a bright smile, "The wait is worth it. I finally got the news about Julian. This is something worth being happy about."

As she spoke, Barbara walked up to Wei Ran and let him press another shutter towards her. She waited until he put away the camera before handing over the second peeled apple.

"Please try it. I guess Julian must have shown off our apples to you."

"Thank you, Mrs. Barbara von Klinsmann."

Wei Ran took the apple with both hands and said in a very formal manner. The latter also raised the corners of his skirt and bowed slightly in response. While straightening up, he said, "Gentlemen, please wait outside for a moment. I want to go back and change my clothes."

Clothes, can you put away Julian's things first? Don't worry, I'll be out soon before you finish eating the apples."

"certainly"

Wei Ran tightened his grip on the apple in his hand and said with a normal expression, "There's no rush, we can wait forever."

"Thanks"

Mrs. Barbara bowed again, put the paratrooper knife belonging to Julian into her pocket, then picked up the can with fingers and sugar that Phil sent, and picked up the pistol without bullets.

, also picked up the German kettle containing the brandy in the buoy, and the letter written by Julian himself.

Watching Barbara walk into the room and close the door with a creak, Phil stood up staggeringly, walked to Wei Ran's side, took the cigarette from the latter, and lit it with difficulty.
To be continued...