***All dialogues and psychological descriptions are for plot purposes and do not represent my own position! ***
The flower language of Magnolia: pure and pure, sincere love.
If he hadn't met his lùlù, Lennart felt that he probably wouldn't have believed in fate in his life. He thought these superstitions were stupid and boring, until that dusk when the egret was skimming the water, and his arrogance was lightly shattered by a pebble.
This man had always only cared about precise routes and cold data, until he saw the figure on the rocks beside Bailuzhou. This was the first time he saw Lu Feiling - the girl was wearing a moon-white mid-length skirt, her black hair was ruffled by the sea breeze, and she was looking up in his direction.
At that time, he flew a fighter plane over Xiamen Bay so low that a delicate girl dared to hit the wing of the BF-109 with a stone. The man had never been so offended before. After settling down, he came forward angrily and wanted to ask her for an explanation. However, when he saw her for the first time, all his resentment was washed away by surprise - her eyes were so bright, like the tide of Gulangyu Island, filled with stubbornness and vitality that had not been contaminated by the flames of war.
"You..." He tried to maintain their Germanic coldness, but for a moment he forgot how to speak his native language.
Lennart had never seen such a woman. He was used to the roses watered with perfume in Berlin salons. And she is the white magnolia that still stands upright after the typhoon, and she is the southern girl whose fingertips are stained with the fragrance of tea and ink.
The war tried to separate them, but fate pushed the two back to each other. She invited him to drink jelly grass, and he took her to touch the romantic starry sky above the clouds; she taught him to write poems, and he exchanged the sweetness of chocolate for the mellowness of black tea.
The turning point came suddenly, the empire was destroyed and he was captured. Behind the rusty barbed wire, he repented day and night, for the mistakes he had made in the past and for the lùlù he had disturbed throughout his life. One year has been enough for him to relive every moment he spent with her over and over again, and enough for him to rehearse countless times the grandest reunion in the rest of his life.
Autumn 1946, white dew. The sound of the tide gradually rose, and a group of egrets flew across the sea that was dyed red by the sunset. One of them landed in front of him and her, its wings reflecting the glow, just like when they first met.
"Lenate, you promised me that during Bailu, you would return to Bailuzhou and watch these egrets with me again."
"Yes, lùlù. I did."
The story of the daughter of a tea merchant in Xiamen, China and the ace pilot of the German Air Force - the heron 🕊️ and the eagle 🦅
The article is expected to be published at the end of 2026/early 2027 (it would be best if the collection reaches 100 before the article is published), 2025.8.5//The copy has been archived.
Intention: I wish that my journey will be bright and that the rain will not stop the flying feathers.