Chapter 93 Memories with the Smell of Tobacco
“I am Christine Shinier!!”
A high-pitched female voice came from the driver, startling the British envoy. .
De Gaulle has known his assistant for 20 years, and he has never seen her lose her composure even in the most difficult times.
But he can understand, after all, the man named He Chi was once his savior.
It was he who passed the information about the other party's disappearance to Christine, and he knew the place of the name Hechi in the girl's heart.
If it is really that person, he still owes the other party a thank you.
So he also stared at the radio, wanting to hear the reply from the other party.
Zila~zila~click~, the radio is interrupted.
The people in the plane looked at each other.
What is this?
"Don't worry, radio instability often occurs. Everything will be clear when we get to the ground." De Gaulle comforted his assistant beside him.
On the other side, on Genk 111, Montgomery looked at the radio that was no longer talking. He was silent for a moment and said, "Hey, do you have a story to tell me?"
"Indeed. , but that story is a bit long, I will explain it when I settle down.”
………
An air defense siren was sounded over London, and a German medium bomber broke into the capital's air defense perimeter.
This shocked the air defense forces. Although the Germans had taken advantage of them on the opposite side, the situation had deteriorated to the point where the other side dared to break in brazenly in broad daylight?
Citizens who did not know the truth looked up at the sky and pointed at the bombers painted with swastikas. Some children playing in the street were quickly carried into their homes by their parents.
At the airport, two Spitfire fighter jets were ready, and the Royal Air Force was about to take off in an emergency.
At this time, a communication with our own identification code came from the sky, telling the ground that the person driving the bomber was one of our own, and specifically mentioned that Major General Montgomery was also on it and needed to land nearby.
Despite this, there was a formidable enemy near the airport. A battalion of soldiers had guarded the perimeter of the runway. The head of the Military Intelligence Bureau personally led a team to the scene for fear that something might go wrong.
The L-14 transport plane was the first to descend, and the plane slowly stopped on the runway.
De Gaulle rarely saw nervousness on his assistant's face.
I saw Kristine constantly looking out, making small movements with her hands to arrange the clothes, hooking the ends of her golden hair with her fingers from time to time, and trying to think when she found a hook on the stockings. Pull down your skirt to cover it.
While waiting for Genk 111 to land, his smart and capable adjutant disappeared. Now Christine is like an anxious little girl waiting for her first date.
At the same time, the Genk 111 bomber finished taxiing and stopped on another alternate runway.
The moment the plane stopped, a large number of military police rushed up and surrounded the plane. The soldiers guarded the surrounding area with loaded guns and ammunition.
Kristen hurried over with her skirt in hand but was blocked from the outside. No matter how she communicated with the guards, those rigid British people would not let her in.
So she could only stand outside the fence, tiptoeing and looking anxiously.
She has never been so nervous and worried about gains and losses.
The door opened and someone got off the plane!
Surrounded by military police, she could only see a vague back figure, and that shadow began to overlap with the appearance of a certain person.
A government car drove in in front of her and stopped in front of the plane. Several people in windbreakers got out of it.
"Hey! What are you doing? I am Army Major General Montgomery. Don't you bastards recognize us?! Menzies, look what your men have done?!" The major general who had his weapons confiscated The officers of the Sixth Department were shouting.
"Be quiet and I will return it to you after you explain the matter clearly." Meng Xisi, the head of the Sixth Division, did not give this colleague any face.
Then he walked up to He Chi and looked at the Dongfang people. "You have to come with us too. It's a routine matter. Is that okay?"
He Chi nodded. They were flying a German plane. If there is a big fuss, there will definitely be necessary inquiries.
Someone wanted to come over and put handcuffs on him, but Menzies waved his hand, "That's unnecessary."
Where is this little girl? Someone pointed at tomboy Hepburn. "Let him follow me." Montgomery pulled Hepburn to his side.
Under the escort of the agents, several people walked towards the car in the distance.
Kristen's palms began to sweat. In order to calm herself down, she took out her lady's cigarette and lit one with trembling hands and held it in her mouth.
Closer, closer, the crowd came towards Christine, and the girl almost leaned out of the railing.
She saw the Easterners surrounded.
That was a completely unfamiliar young face.
Not him.
Christine felt her heart being grasped by something, and disappointment and loneliness were written all over the blonde's face.
A gust of wind blew by, and leaves swept across the man's face, and he turned his head slightly.
The two people looked at each other.
"Sorry, can you wait a moment?" He Chi said to the agent on the side.
"What's the matter?"
"One minute, I'll be right back." After He Chi said that, he walked straight towards the girl by the fence. The agent beside him hesitated but did not stop her.
Kristen watched this complete stranger slowly walking towards her, but there was no more confusion in her heart.
It doesn't matter...
"Ma'am, can you give me a cigarette? Preferably a black cat brand."
Kristen was stunned. Since that night, she has only smoked Black Cat brand cigarettes for the past twenty years.
Could it be...
Thinking of a certain possibility, the girl took out a Black Cat cigarette with a slightly trembling hand and handed it to the other party.
“Can I borrow a light?” the man said as if chatting with an old friend.
Kristen looked for matches in a panic, only to find that the other party had also picked up a cigarette with his fingers and lowered his head towards it. The two tobaccos were touching...
After a while, the cigarette in the man's mouth started burning, and the man took a deep breath.
This kind of behavior towards fire can be considered vulgar among men, but it can be considered excessive in front of women, but Christine became excited.
Twenty years ago, she and he stayed in the same room quietly in that small attic, sharing two Black Cat cigarettes with the same gesture.
"I will keep the lady's secret."
Leaving these words, the young Easterner turned around and left with the other agents.
There were tears sliding down the girl's cheeks, Kristen covered her face and squatted down.
She choked with sobs and finally broke down in tears.
“He remembers it!”
“He remembers it!”
When she was smoking, she said to him, “This is a lady’s little secret. I’ll keep it a secret.”
It has been exactly twenty years since this sentence was spoken.
There was a proverb among French folk:
Where a woman’s secret is, there is her heart.
(End of this chapter)