The rich man and the poor man

That night Pei Zhen was sleeping soundly with his young man in his arms, but was woken up by Tu Ya's video call.

Tu Ya was very anxious: "Hurry up and take a look, Liszt disappeared after getting off the car, maybe he met a bad guy!"

Hearing this, Han Fu threw off the quilt and got out of bed immediately, and said "Zhenzhen, you stay here obediently", then took a flat iron pan from the kitchen and got out of the car.

Then, everything returned to silence, and he never came back.Amid the faint smell of rainwater wafting in from the window, Pei Zhen couldn't sit still anymore.

In September 1939, Germany invaded Poland, and France and Britain declared war on Germany.The whole of Europe was involved in the flames of war, but it was impossible for people at that time to predict in advance that this was actually the beginning of a brutal world war.

As soon as he got out of the car, Pei Zhen felt something was wrong.

There was a roar of engines whistling overhead, and he raised his head suddenly, and saw rows of low-altitude fighter jets flying by all over the sky, and the sky that should have been dark was purple and gold in the afterglow of explosions and burning flames.

Even on the earth shrouded in darkness, countless karmic red lotuses are blooming far and near.Looking back, there was no longer a quiet RV, but a pile of rubble of brick houses burned and blasted in the light rain.

There was the sound of rain and the crackling of flames, but no human voice.

It seems that he is in a dead city that has been bombed many times and people have fled in all directions.

This……

Pei Zhen stood blankly in the rain when a shell exploded not far away, and the sound shook his ears.After a brief blank, he began to seriously think about an extremely serious question - Dreaming back to World War II at midnight, would he die if he accidentally encounters an air strike?

It's too hard to explain if you really want to die in such a place, right?

A long time ago, when he had nothing and was struggling to have fun, he thought that if he died young unfortunately, "Pei Zhen: An Unsuccessful Perfumer" might be engraved on the tombstone.

What if it was bombed by artillery fire in World War II?Pei Zhen: An unsuccessful time traveler?

Then he would rather be an unsuccessful perfumer!

"What are you doing here alone in a daze, don't you want to die?!"

A roar in French, a familiar voice.The two were stunned when they saw each other's faces in the firelight.

Pei Zhen was amazed at Merovey's helmet, guns, water bottle and equipment, as well as his smudged face, while Merowey felt deeply...why would an oriental man appear in the German bombing area wearing outrageous pajamas and slippers?Are you crazy?

……

There were only a few soldiers in the air-raid shelter, but there was a lot of compressed food and water. Merovie threw a gun to Pei Zhen.

"You stay here for one night first, it's too dangerous here, I'll find a relationship to send you away tomorrow!" Morovie paused, and then asked Pei Zhen, "Where is that person in your family, why isn't he with you?" Together?"

Pei Zhen was at a loss: "I'm actually looking for him too."

Merovie was stunned, hesitated to speak, and finally just sat on the ground slumped.In the dim light in the cave, there was a deathly silence for a while.

Pei Zhen: "I know, you are also looking for Eugene everywhere."

After a long while, Merovie let out a soft "huh", and then suddenly dropped the gun: "That guy is an idiot! It is said that the Russians only grow tall but not brains. I have never seen such a stupid person!"

Merovey is very irritable.

He said that he was not reluctant to drop everything and go with Eugene.The problem is that in those years, the European economy continued to suffer from the Great Depression, factories closed down, and a large number of people lost their jobs and slept on the streets. Even his family cut back a lot of expenses.

Although he is very good at perfumery, if he does not have a strong brand support and a steady source of customers, he may not be able to survive well as an independent perfumer in such an economic environment.

Merovie once had an aunt who eloped with her sweetheart, a poor boy when she was young, and later died of poverty and illness outside.With such a lesson from the past, and Eugene's poor health, Merovie absolutely doesn't want that person to be with him and live a life of wandering and worrying about his livelihood.

Therefore, it would be better to cheer up after resisting incompetence and concentrate on doing business, and often secretly help Eugene's family's life.

"I have spent several years resisting forced marriages at home, creating Belle, and constantly accumulating capital. Who am I for? Finally, I am strong enough to protect him, but he believes that I want to marry someone else? I am so mad Me!"

The monocular that Moluowei pretended to be X was gone, and Pei Zhen only found out.Without such a deliberately alienating gadget, the whole person is more lively and down-to-earth, and he looks like a young British man who can't hold his breath.

Pei Zhen: "Calm down."

"If he's really stupid enough to believe that I'm going to get married, that's fine. At worst, he thinks I'm a liar." Merovie sighed suddenly, like a deflated ball.

"... What I'm more worried about is whether I've made him wait too long. He's tired of waiting."

"Are you disappointed in me, or don't you want to wait for me anymore?"

"Do you think I'm useless?"

"..."

"After the outbreak of the war, I have been thinking, is Eugene really... I really hope that I can firmly follow him to wander the world from the very beginning, instead of bearing the humiliation and wasting so much time in vain."

"But it's too late to say anything now. I can only pray to God now, for the sake of being an idiot, that he is still alive somewhere in this world. Let my thoughts about him It will become a powerful force, pulling me to his side."

"I will keep looking for him, and if I can't find him, I will keep looking for him for the rest of my life."

When he said this, he bit his lips lightly, sounding sad, but his eyes were extremely firm.

As a perfumer, Mo Luowei's works are always filled with incomparably rich emotions, which often makes Pei Zhen wonder whether this person has experienced things in his life that others can only experience in several lifetimes, so that he can precipitate so much love , ideals, courage, contradictions, and the tenacity of not accepting fate in the face of darkness and cruelty.

He thought, at this moment, what is in Merovie's heart must be much more and farther than what he said.

Pei Zhen has read many books and countless stories.

True or false, never so much hope for a happy ending.

Merowe said he would keep looking.

He sincerely hopes that in Tallinn two years later, in the twilight morning light, the lovers who have gone through hardships can embrace each other again and live happily ever after.

Just thinking about it, the teammates of the Morovie guerrillas came back, and brought a person with them.

Helmets and ammunition, holding the gun skillfully, and the uniform is so tempting and handsome.

"Hey, Zhenzhen~ Why are you here too, didn't you tell you to stay in the car obediently!"

……

Han Fu was forced by his father to learn French when he was a child, and he was forced by his father to go to a military school as an American soldier for three years when he grew up. He never thought that these flashy skills would be useful when he traveled back to World War II.

Traveling to the bombing zone and being discovered by the Allied guerrillas, he quickly gained the trust of his comrades with his fluent language and skillful combat skills, and directly started a life of fighting CS all night to fight Nazi devils!

He returned to the air-raid shelter at dawn.

Before I could get a good night's sleep, the air-raid shelter was bombed intensively again.

"...Han Fu!"

"Han Xiaohua, Han Fu! Don't sleep, wake me up!"

When Han Fu woke up from the bed, his eyes were still bright red.He could almost hear the sound of explosions and Pei Zhen yelling at him desperately, and he sat up straight.

"Zhenzhen... are you okay?"

He squeezed Pei Zhen's face first, and then he lowered his head when he thought of it. He was surprised to find that there was no injury at all on his body, and he was stunned: "Hey, am I still alive?"

still alive?You have the nerve to ask!

Pei Zhen is now afraid.Liszt said that day that Han Fu could do nothing for him. Although he believed it, he never thought that he would not want anything to the extent that he would directly block the bullets with human flesh in the bombing zone.

At that time, I just thought that it doesn't matter if I die in this ghost place. If the fool dies, he will be so angry that he will write to him, "Han Fu: A boyfriend who deserves to be beaten!"

Especially... He hugged him outside the air-raid shelter, and for the first time he felt so light, so weak and so quiet as a young man.He hugged him like he wanted to rub his whole body into his body.

That feeling is completely indescribable.

He didn't know what to do.

Without him, he really doesn't know what to do with the rest of his life.Pei Zhen really felt that although he had recently started to systematically learn various housework such as cooking, it was definitely not enough.

Merovie said in the air-raid shelter that the world is unpredictable and he regrets not cherishing those time together.

Pei Zhen thought it made sense.He has to treat Han Xiaohua better in the future, protect him well, and be a more competent boyfriend.

***

In August 1941, Tallinn, the capital of Estonia.

The Soviet-German war broke out in an all-round way, and Tallinn was completely surrounded by German troops.In the sky full of artillery fire, in the busy rear hospital, another bloody young man was pulled over on a stretcher.

"Who is this guy?" The bearded Russian military doctor glanced at his clothes, "It doesn't look like our comrades!"

The person who sent him here was anxious to go outside to rescue the wounded: "It may be civilians, or war reporters, anyway, let's save people first."

"But, what if it's the German spy!"

While the bearded military doctor was hesitating, a taciturn young military doctor with grey-eyed eyes rushed forward behind him, and without saying a word, he buried his head in emergency treatment for the wounded patient.While dealing with it, he comforted the injured, "It will hurt a little, bear with it."

"Don't sleep. Hold on, talk to me, how old are you? What's your name, where are you from?"

Merovie was actually conscious, but his face was covered in blood and he couldn't open his eyes.

He could clearly hear the familiar voice, and struggled to make it, but couldn't.

"Don't sleep, don't sleep." The man whispered in his ear.

Before he fell into the darkness, he had two simple thoughts - the wound hurts so much, will his leg be disabled; and, is he going to die like this?

It’s hard to know that he’s here, and it’s hard to find it here. If he dies here, it will be a miracle. When he goes to heaven, he will have to drag Old Christ to talk about life.

Also, this stupid Eugene, he couldn't recognize him without a cyclope!

It seemed that he had really been forgotten.

Uh...

……

Military doctor Eugene needs to take care of [-] to [-] beds of wounded and sick patients on a daily basis, treating wounds, changing dressings, and scrubbing one by one, strictly from morning to night.

Therefore, he didn't care at all about the fact that a young man who was admitted to the hospital last night was dying and still clinging to the hem of his clothes.

It wasn't until we went to wipe someone's face in the early hours of the morning to remove the dirt that I realized that this face became more and more familiar.

Merovie...impossible.

impossible.

Don't kill this bastard!

Merovie was a jerk when he wasn't awake, running a high fever all day and wasting his body like hell.I didn't expect that after waking up, I would be even more of a jerk, finally able to speak, the first sentence was actually: "Heh, you are very suitable..."

"This outfit..." He looked at his white coat, "You... are really suitable for wearing a nurse's uniform."

You are a nurse!Your nurse looks like this!Eugene gritted his teeth and turned red in an instant: "You're still laughing, what do you feel about coming to such a place?"

Merovie didn't speak, just looked at him and giggled.

Obviously it should be very painful, but the whole face wrinkled together from laughing, but he still smiled.

The hand holding the corner of the clothes, always refused to let go.

……

A few months later, Melovy used his connections to manage all the way from the top German to the top Soviet Union, and removed the military doctor Eugene from the battlefield and brought him to the United States.

Until the end of World War II, he took him back to Bordeaux, France, where he lived in seclusion in a country estate rich in wine.The mountains are filled with the fragrance of blue fescue, moss, sage, basil, lavender, rosemary, poppy and calendula. There are three or four kittens and five or six fat sheep in the manor, watching the fireplace light a fire , listening to the clock ticking, life is leisurely and comfortable.

"Rain and Sunshine" is Merovie's work after returning to France.

Both of them continue to mix fragrances, providing Paris with several explosive perfumes every year, some of which are the works of Merovie, and more of them are Eugene's creativity.It's just that the name of this talented Russian perfumer has been erased from the history of perfumery forever.

Only Belle's classic perfume "Secret", which has been ranked No. [-] all year round, has quietly passed through the years in the popular and radiant bottle on the counter, and there are also fragrances such as One Thousand and One Nights, Sweet Lover, Ideal Gentleman... quietly Telling of the buried sweetness.

Merovie also asked Eugene: "Do you feel wronged?"

Eugene shook his head.

He was born in a noble family in Tsarist Russia, and the situation changed overnight when he was young.Since I was a child, I have been very clear that fame and honor are just fleeting things, and what really matters is the happiness in front of me.

Of course, as we all know, cross-border marriages often need to be adjusted.

Fighting nations are aggressive, and quarreling over old accounts is a piece of cake, and it is normal to quarrel from the United States to France.

Merovie: "So you just don't believe me! I didn't even want to get engaged at that time, so why are you running away!"

Eugene: "Who said I left because of your engagement?"

Merovey: "Then what are you doing?"

"Because you were drinking too much at home, you were almost locked up in a mental hospital, and you were forced to go to psychotherapy and refused to tell me! If I didn't happen to know your family doctor friend, are you going to hide these things from me for the rest of your life?"

Merowe: "Those don't matter at all!"

Eugene: "Why doesn't it matter! If it weren't for me, a person like you would marry a noble lady and live a peaceful and happy life, instead of running all over Europe in the flames of war and almost being bombed to death!"

Merovie: "If you little fool don't rush to join the army, I will run all over the occupied areas in World War II? Wait two more years and I will die, idiot?"

Eugene: "I'm a man from the Aldoga family! I have hands and feet to support myself, and I also have dignity. Of course I don't want to stay in Paris and be rescued and taken care of by you all the time!"

Merovie: "Look! Look! You only care about your own face, and you don't care about me at all!"

Eugene: "Speaking of which, your fiancee back then... was the number one beauty in Paris."

Merovie: "Huh? What?"

Merovie sometimes really thinks that the Russians are unreasonable, and his brain is probably frozen by vodka. Later, when he was so angry, he made a bottle of weird niche perfume. The name is a French proverb, which is very elegant The translation is "Love is blind".

But the actual meaning is closer to "how could I fall in love with this kind of person".

Sometimes when we are arguing and arguing, we will go to bed.After the quarrel, the popularity of the Russians said that although you won this time, it will never change you France... 42 days later, it fell and surrendered, and we fought to the end to drive out the Germans!

Then Merovie snorted coldly, isn't it because of the cold weather over there?

Then helplessly indulged in the gray eyes of his sweetheart, he made fun of France as a romantic and frivolous country, and mocked Siberia and vodka in the ice and snow.

After living together for a few years, suddenly a young apprentice with a suitcase came from England and broke into their country manor.

The kid is also a fan of perfume, so he managed to find their home in the countryside with his indomitable spirit, and sincerely asked to learn from the chief designer of Belle, Morovie.

The young apprentice was thirteen or fourteen years old, and he was blond and blue-eyed, and he was very good-looking. The only problem was that he looked familiar.

After Merowe accepted this apprentice, he thought almost every day, where did I see him?

More than a month passed like this, until one day I received a letter from Greta, who was already the mother of the child, saying that he was coming to escape the summer and relax, and Merovie made a defensive face with an "ow".

He finally remembered that Greta told him a long time ago that the blond, blue-eyed, tall and handsome Englishman named Liszt abducted Eugene from her door in the rainy day, and said a lot of bad things about him!

Merovie put down the letter and ran all the way to the yard, and found the little apprentice in a corner full of sunflowers.

Eugene was also there, still holding tea with a doting face and asking him if he wanted to eat.

It looks harmonious and harmonious, it is unbearable!

Merovey pulled the child forward with a black face, and looked carefully up and down.It was Liszt's face, sure enough!There is only one problem, the age does not match.

Merovie hadn't seen the Englishman since he left Paris.But if that Liszt survived World War II, he would be over 30 anyway, and he shouldn't be like this kind of kid anyway.

But this eyebrow, this appearance, who else could it be if it wasn't that person!

"So, your full name is Vincent Campbell? Do you have a brother named Lister?"

Vincent, who was still a teenager, shook his head in a circle.

"Or, ah, could it be that Liszt is married, you are his son, right? Was he unwilling to send you here on purpose to sabotage?"

Vincent's big blue eyes flashed, and he continued to look blank.

Merovie went on to ask the whole family tree up and down.From immediate family members to distant cousins, and even the branch of the family who married to the United States, there was no one named Liszt who lived or died.

"Impossible! Exactly the same surname, all with a British accent, and they look so similar, that person is definitely a relative of yours!"

Vincent tilted his head, he has no relatives like that.

However, Lister Campbell... sounds like an easy-to-pronounce name, with a natural aristocratic atmosphere.It's decided, I will call my son this afterward!

And it will be a long, long time until the old man Vincent did not give birth to a son but gave birth to a baby girl many years later, and when his beloved grandson finally succeeded in inheriting the name "Liszt".

Since then, Merovey has stamped the little apprentice Vincent in his heart, calling it "uncute".

Eugene: "No, it's obviously very cute."

Merovie: "Cute? How is he cute?!"

Eugene: "Isn't he always cute... He is clever, polite, hard-working and studious, and often volunteers to help out when he is free. There are no housekeepers or maids who don't like him."

Merovie was heartbroken: "It's just that he has a good-looking face, so you dote on him like this!"

Eugene smiled, and poured a glass of wine, feeling a little helpless: "You really went back and forth, and you want to eat such a little boy's jealousy?"

Looking at the angry man, he smiled again: "To be honest, he actually looks quite similar to your childhood photos."

Merovie: "Except for the color of the hair and eyes, and a nose and two eyes, I didn't look so stupid when I was a child!"

Eugene nodded: "Yes, you were prettier than him when you were young."

Morovie was happy for a second: "What about now?"

"Now," Eugene looked at him affectionately with gray eyes, and thought for a while before saying, "I'm getting old."

Merovie, who is only in his 30s, was waiting to be praised as "more handsome than him now": "???"

……

"Ha Qiu!" Liszt sneezed at the small private jet airport on the outskirts of S city.He touched his nose and waved to Pei Zhen and Han Fu.

Han Fu: "Why, won't you go back with us?"

Liszt: "I'm not going, I'll just drop you off. I'm going to St. Petersburg, then to Moscow, and then to Lake Baikal. Ah~ Russia is so big, I hope to have an affair."

Pei Zhen: "..."

Han Fu: "..."

Pei Zhen: "I heard that there are not too many Russians with gray eyes now."

Han Fu: "There are fewer freckles."

Pei Zhen: "Not to mention knowing how to perfume... It's not like you haven't seen those Russians who have entered the international PA competition, and they don't have the type you like."

Han Fu: "Yeah, it's really hard to find that kind, why don't we keep it in our memory, accumulate inspiration and let's launch a new Russian-themed perfume together?"

Liszt: "You guys! You wait for me, I have to bring a bride back from Russia, the beautiful one, blind your eyes!"

Han Fu: "Bring a new 'mother' back? Are you sure?"

Pei Zhen: "Didn't it mean that no matter how good-looking Russians are when they are young, they will turn into bears in a few years? Young people have to have a long-term vision."

Liszt: "..."

Friendship is also blind!How could I be friends with such a person back then!

The author has something to say:

Ah ha ha ha, it's true that Caven is not sick~ It's really terrible to get stuck, jealous CP is officially over!Let's wait for the lazy cancer to recover before making up other small episodes.

Like the hard-working dark attack madly chasing the cold shou CP, I have secretly loved your father for more than [-] years and so on. ↓↓↓

Squat down to guide the way@橙子雨是约妈

The red envelopes owed will be sent later!Will be issued!Will be issued!Forgive me for updating my mobile phone from out of town, I didn’t come home until September!

Finally, open the column and click on one of the pre-received articles. Friendship support is also love~ huh?