[Katekyo Hitman Reborn] White Skull: A Love in Berlin

Under the Berlin Wall, I will bear my surname and your name. A secret buried deep in time, a love song in Berlin that should have been loveless. How many years later, when the secrets of the past are revealed to the world again, for those involved, everything is just four words: time becomes poetry. All of this is as beautiful as a dream. It seems like the famous movie "Silent as the Sea". Silent love, gentle approach. The whole plot is elegant and smooth like a waltz, neither urgent nor slow, relaxing and orderly. From the beginning of Tsunayoshi's excavation, the readers' curiosity was aroused. As they gradually read down, they followed the author's guidance and traveled through time to Berlin that year. At that time, it was a long and winding time, and East and West Berlin were divided. The mysterious beauty came to East Berlin with the dust of her journey, and came to Bai Lan. [The beautiful woman hanging on the wall may be the grandmother of the owner of the house or someone else. The white steam from the black tea from Ceylon seems to steam its aroma to every corner of the room. The white-haired man leaning in the armchair next to him must be the male owner of the house. His long and pale fingers were gently clasped on the pear wood table from China, and there was an unknown smile at the corner of his mouth. [Winter in Germany always seems to come so early. When "1812 Overture" progresses to the part where "Marseillaise" appears, Platycodon has already sent a thick coat to Bai Lan. The elegant fabrics, complicated lace, gilded silk threads, square sapphire buttons, a pure gold pocket watch in the left breast pocket, silver cuff chains on the cuffs, and the gem ring on the middle finger of his right hand all demonstrate his aristocratic status, just like his style on the second floor that is completely different from the first floor. (Excerpted from Chapter 1) From the interior decoration to the owner's attire to the subtlety of Sie, even the music reflects the characteristics of the era. A feeling of old Berlin suddenly spread, and even the time was dyed with a faint old yellow. If I didn't have a profound accumulation of literature and history, I would definitely not be able to write such words. The words are picturesque and the melody is song-like. The scene where Bai Lan died and the final proof of identity made people feel suddenly clear. What I like is the beautiful artistic conception of this text and the author's grasp. It feels like watching an old black and white movie. Those words took me to relive the immortal love in Berlin over and over again. This is my favorite among all the tutoring articles. Of course, the other one is the author's "Emerald Night". After reading "Love in Berlin", it felt like an opera ended gracefully, leaving behind either regrets or touching emotions or other emotions. The artistic conception is not important because the final ending is perfect in my opinion. Finally, I borrowed the name of the author's column to write a simple ending: The past is separated by the sea, and the past is no longer there. Only the Brandenburg Gate witnesses a secret love in this city and a cherished time.