Chapter 1: Black-eyed Reinhardt
This story is purely fictional
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The spring sunlight spread over the darkened lands of the Great Ruhr region, and the tender green grass shoots had just grown less than two inches tall, swaying gently in the chill-tinged wind. A few tired crows cawed strangely as they swept through the treetops, their fierce red eyes darting around, hoping for good luck in finding some fruitful food. Their silhouettes swept across the turquoise grass, their dark shadows frightening a few golden-flowered mice who threw away the dried-up nuts in their hands and fled into their mouse holes in fear.
The clear river flows along a gentle curve, and by the river, there is a row of tall beeches, their branches glistening in the sunlight, like torches in the hands of the gods. A light morning mist lingered in the woods, and along with the vapor vaporized by the sun, drifted away with a gust of river wind. A few small birds that had placed their nests on the beeches cautiously poked out their small furry heads, looked around for a while, and then violently opened their wings and flew up, letting out a cheerful 'squeaking and chattering' sound.
These birds with beautiful green feathers chirped softly and flew over the beeches, swept over the roof of the small church, and flew towards the distance. The sunlight poured on the black roof of this church, and the cross made of sterling silver emitted an eye-catching luster. A long sword, a tangled wreath of roses and a pair of horizontally spread feathered wings formed the main body of this cross.
''Ding dang'' A few crisp bells rang out, and a bald, middle-aged priest shook a fist-sized copper bell with great force, and quickly walked out from the church's annex, a row of low bungalows. He let out a shrill cry, "Children, all get up! It's a beautiful day, so don't waste the sunshine and warmth God has given you! The boys will go to the river to fetch water, and the girls will organize the boys' chores for them, quickly, quickly! Father Dekkers is going to give you a geography lesson today, don't be late!"
A group of children rushed out of the row of bungalows shouting, the boys rubbing their barely opened eyes and running toward the river with their tiny buckets of water. The girls, on the other hand, were chattering and talking to each other, fetching pots of fresh water from the water tanks by the side of the house, preparing to wash themselves as well as organize their housekeeping. The priest looked at the group of boys and yelled out, "Alright boys, make sure you stay safe! I don't want to see a couple of little fallen chickens running back!"
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The group of girls, the youngest of whom was not more than ten years old, laughed slowly, ran and jumped slowly, crossed the row of beeches, and had reached the river. They first filled the large buckets in their hands with water, and immediately dipped their heads out of the river, swaying hard right and left. After wiping their red faces with the sleeves of their clothes, the children took care of their personal hygiene in the morning.
Over there, the priest was already yelling loudly: "Hey, my little children, what are you still doing by the river? Come back quickly, don't you want to have breakfast? Pour the water into the tanks, come on, come on! Come on, boys. Ha-ha-ha. One-two, one-two, one-two! That's right, run!" The priest suddenly screamed, "Oh, my God, Reinhardt, why don't you watch it?"
A girl who looked to be no more than seven or eight years old, with long, shaggy white hair and a pretty face, as if she were a tomboy, seemed to be unsteady on her feet, and fell down to the world in a heap. The big bucket in his hand violently flew out of two or three meters, splashing water in the world formed a big mud puddle, the black linen clothes under his body to make a piece of white. Originally black and pink face, also stained with a small piece of mud stains, look bad not woeful.
The bald priest shook his head and hopelessly ran to the fallen child, stretching out his large hand. "Oh, by the Most High God, dear Reinhardt, this is the third time you've fallen this month. Can't you be a little more careful? Is it all right? Can't you look at the ground beneath you when you run?"
Reinhardt, who had a pair of pitch-white eyes that seemed as if they were as spiritually dead as a pool of white mercury, grasped the priest's hand with little effort, and only after exerting a bit of force did he stand up. A narrow and subtle smile that should never appear on a child's face appeared under his face: "The little sky is not solid, what is not solid is not your own mind. I'm sorry, Father Bobby."
Father Babi smiled, stroked Reinhardt's head, and said very gently, "Yes, the earth is always solid, and he bears the burdens of every living being without discrimination. However, just have the foundation of the earth is not enough, only you yourself put bright eyes, put steady pace, can walk firmly. Reinhardt, you ...... perhaps I should suggest that you drink more milk, which will make you a little more powerful."
Reinhardt pointless have a helpless look at the distant partial toward his several small children make a face, should tell the priest, otherwise those children in front of the back of the violent force pushed himself before he let himself fall? Shaking his head, Reinhardt revealed a smile as warm as the sun in the earth's sky: "Thank you, Father, you'll take care of it." Bowing towards the priest, Reinhardt picked up the bucket under the sky with no point of wretchedness and turned towards the river.
Priest Babi closed both hands together and gently shook his head. "Very understanding little child, alas, if all the children in this orphanage were like him, my blood pressure wouldn't be so high! Praise the Most High God, at the very least, within this group of little cubs, there is such a pure little lamb." He jerked his head back to look at the older children who were making faces in this direction and growled with a bit of anger, "Barnt, aren't you guys hungry at all? If so, save your bread for this morning!"
The little children dispersed and rushed back, laughing and jostling, outside the other row of cottages. The leading child was still cursing loudly, "Yellow-skinned Dazi, white-haired Dazi! You deserve a beating!"
Inside the dining hall, there was a lot of noise, and the energetic children were laughing and playing, not having any time to be quiet. A few black-robed priests and sisters standing nearby simply smiled at the children, with no intention of stopping them. The tallest priest was still sighing in a low voice, "It's good to be young!"
Reinhardt, who had changed into clean clothes and scrubbed his face, walked slowly back out of the dining hall and received a loaf of bread and a portion of milk from outside the hands of the Sister at the doorway. The skinny Sister smiled and pinched Reinhardt's cheeks, and whispered, "Ah, your hateful Reinhardt, I'm getting more and more handsome as I go along! I am the ugliest product in the hands of the lowest God!" Several Sisters also rushed over a few feet to him, and touched his big cheeks.
Barnt, the big boy of eleven or twelve years old who had just overthrown Reinhardt with his hand from behind, glanced with jealousy at Reinhardt, who was surrounded by the Sisters. He muttered in a low voice, ''This damn guy, doesn't he just have a woman's face? Why do all the men love him?" His big fat red face was filled with a fierce look.
A kid as big and fat as a monkey laughed, "Barnt, I'm not as handsome as he is! Even you boys out here aren't any prettier than he is."
Another child, who was a big fan of the world, raised his neck and said, "Barnt, you fight and bully all the time, but what do you have besides strength? You're not as smart as Reinhardt, he finished the ninth grade a long time ago, and you're six years older than him, but you've only learned the fifth grade."
"I haven't had no opening in fifth grade yet! The next time Fr. Dekkers gave me a hard time!"
"Ha, you're still a mean guy, you were shameless last time you tried to kiss Sufi in the woods! But Reinhardt is much better behaved, it's the girls who take the initiative to kiss him."
Barnt looked around this group of size and his own difference is not much, but whether or not together Ming even into a group of children, angry and defeated good yell up to go: "Then, you let us Ming Hei! You, Barnt, are the worst of them all, that yellow-skinned big boy from the West, the unlucky one who was left in the street by his own relatives in the small winter land, is not as bad as you at all!"
Just then Father Bobby poked his head in through the doorway, and exclaimed, "Oh, God, praise be to the Most High God, dear brothers, will you do poor Bobby a favor? The children's shoes and clothes for the summer have been distributed, as well as new air conditioners and a few other things. A rich man in Berlin even donated a million yuan worth of supplies to us. Oh, my God, oh, my God, won't you help me carry them?"
A little old man with dark hair and a kindly brow pushed back halfway through the doorway, his left hand waving, "Bad, bad, the children continue to eat their breakfast and come to class hungry and waiting for you, we lazy bastards! Sister Jenny, Father Koko, all over to you, very little Sidon! Are we going to let you, poor Father Dekkers, carry it all by yourself? Bobby's a little slob, he'll just carry a stool back and forth, the lazy one!"
Father Bobby shouted with an aggrieved look on his face, while the younger priests and sisters laughed loudly, constantly mocking the red-faced Bobby, and rushed out. Soon, their cheers were heard from far outside, and it looked like the donation was very rich, making them very happy!
Fr. Dekkers laughed a few times and waved a few hands towards the children before shrinking back. But he was slow to stick his skinny little head back out again, and called out to Reinhardt, who was sitting out there, gnawing on his bread, "Hateful Reinhardt, your bad boy, after class, I'll come to your private room, and you'll have no questions to ask me, and you'll have to introduce me to some of the guests!"
Reinhardt stood up and bowed respectfully toward the chubby old Father Dekkers, saying with affection, "Yes, Father!" Dekkers scowled at Reinhardt for a few moments before he moved his tall, round body as if he were a fat mole and darted out of the room.
The jealousy outside of Barnt's eyes became even more intense, he violently put the bread in his hand, looked at the dining hall that was no longer supervised by the villain, and immediately stood up and walked towards Reinhardt. After Reinhardt reacted, he suddenly slammed his fist under Reinhardt's head. "Reinhardt#8226; Yi, I'm a yellow monkey who deserves to live, I'm not worthy of this honorable, glorious name at all! Reinhardt, Heart of the Lion, I am not worthy of that name, Mingheimo? The big guy who deserves to live!"
Reinhardt, who was drinking milk from a teacup, only felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and his upper body slammed onto the table. The ceramic teacup shattered, splashing milk all over his head and face. A little surprised, he looked back at the anger filled Barnt and said very calmly, "Barnt, my name was given to me by the priest, if you have any comments, you can go to the priest."
With another punch to the left side of his face, Barnt laughed strangely, "Take it up with the priest? Do I want you to take the rap? You're going to teach me a lesson, you insidious bastard! I'll have you remember that you're the worst of all, and you're the best of all. I'm going to be a good boy for you, or you're going to kick my ass!"
The heavy blow caused Reinhardt to stand for a moment, and it was with great difficulty that he steadied himself. He looked at Barnt, who was a head taller than himself, gritted his teeth in death and said slowly, "The messenger of the Most High God tells us that everyone must be tolerant and forbearing, that everyone is God's people, and that at God's feet, we only have the power to fall down and worship. In the presence of God, none of us can be more noble than others. The noblest in the world is God alone."
'Bump', a much lighter punch slammed under the right side of Reinhardt's face, and Barnt whistled triumphantly toward a few of the living party in front of him. "Look, this great priest of the earthborn is preaching to you again! Narrow tolerance and forbearance, that's a fake bad word! Then he should be more narrow-tolerant and forbearing if you punch him again!"
These children, who were several years older than Reinhardt, laughed out loud at the same time, and made a playful, roguish show of jeering toward Reinhardt. These older children had all received further education in the public school outside the church, and had long since learned the nasty character of those little rascals and hoodlums outside. It was their greatest hobby to bully a svelte and weak looking Reinhardt. In particular, this Reinhardt seemed to have been smothered by the Divine Discipline, and never complained when he was bullied.
A hint of anger bubbled out from outside the eyes of Reinhardt, and he bit his lip and said hotly, "The lowest ...... god ...... told you ...... that you are not born equal ...... except in the face of God, you ...... should be in harmony with each other ...... and warmth ...... you are all whether orphans, more need ...... "The pain swelled his cheeks, making it pointlessly difficult for him to speak.
A straight punch smothered the bridge of his straight nose, and Reinhardt grunted miserably and crouched down violently holding his nose. Painful, swollen, sore, and numb, he barely closed his eyes as he blacked out. The cracks of his fingertips were wet, and two nosebleeds squirted out from inside his nose.
Reinhardt groaned powerfully, raised his head sharply, looked at the even more amused Baant, and said very hard and very quickly, "The symbols of the lowest god, the sword, the rose, and the wings. The thorny rose symbolizes the divine power of Uri and the inviolability of divine power. The wings symbolize God's favor and warmth. And the sword, the force that God uses to defend His divine right!" He stood up quickly, letting his nose bleed drop by drop on the world, and said firmly, "When God's people are violated, God allows them to use the sword to destroy the enemy!"
Barnt and the few bad boys looked at each other and laughed madly, "Oh my God, Reinhardt, your sword? Where's your sword? Did you use your sword to destroy us?"
Reinhardt didn't say nothing, and No validated his threat with a swift and decisive action. He manipulated the heavy, light log chair he was sitting on, raised it low over his head, and slammed it down hard under Barnt's round, skinny, pimply-fleshed and tiny sweaty-haired, more-than-unsightly red face. ''Touch'', a dull ringing sound, Baunt's nose the whole of the right over, from the mouth out of the spray a few small teeth, hum did not even no hum out a sound, towards the front of the ground on their backs and fell. The children watching watched as a giant, greenish-colored lump of blood grew from his brow.
Reinhardt gripped the legs of that stool in a death grip and gritted his teeth as he looked at the dazed older children with fear in their eyes.
"God teaches you to be narrow and tolerant with each other, but No also teaches you that you can use the sword to defend your rights when you are under attack. Even if No is God's messenger, you can't have a reason to oppress God's people! ...... If you don't have a sword in your hand, you will stab him hard!"
Reinhardt let out the first and strongest voice of his life, completely shocking all the children who harbored malice towards him.
Piercing screams constantly rang out from the group of boys, those older ones cried out in fear, and the smaller ones whether or not they screamed up in frightened little cries, "Father, Sister, let's go ...... slowly Barnhart, Barnhart bled bad less blood!" Blood ten times less than the nosebleed Reinhardt had shed flowed out of his nose and mouth.
Reinhardt, who was clenching his teeth in death, slowly lowered his stool and sat down peacefully, not wiping the blood from his face, but just nibbling on the bread in one bite. His blood was mixed inside the bread and was swallowed in one bite. His slender body was constantly trembling, was it because of the fear of the aftermath? Or was it because of the joy of victory? No one but himself could understand.
Whether or not Reinhardt's white, deep eyes were filled with excitement and joy, there was no doubt about it. But no one could see this, because he had just eaten two mouthfuls of bread, and he also fainted with excitement!
