Every time I go home my wife is in a different world

A place like Charleville is still very cold, especially in winter.

The girl's messy hair was braided and dragged behind her. She was wearing a shirt and a suspender skirt that most country girls would wear. She also wore a ridiculous lace white apron in front. The hands under the heavy shawl are empty—even the ticket money was stolen from the old lady’s jewelry box. What luggage?Don't even think about it.

She was pushed out from the station by the crowd. Some shameless guy touched her and patted her. The girl raised her eyebrows and turned around and punched her: "I fuck you, touch your mother..."

Well, a series of amazing curse infinite three-dimensional loop.She kicked the old rascal again, causing the men onlookers to take a breath and take a step back, before the patrolman ran over whistling and waving his baton.

Why don't you run?Waiting to get in and get mobbed?

It is said that the front line is about to start a war. At this time, he was arrested and taken to the police station. It was obvious to the naked eye that there was no good fruit to eat.

"Grab the girl in front!" The police chased after him and refused to give up, and the girl jumped in when she saw the way ahead.

What are you running for? What are you running for?

All the way to chase and escape, the police saw this troublesome country bumpkin rushing into the "hotel" street near every station, rushing in and chasing him for two more streets, and lost his prey in a dead-end alley.

"Where is the person?" A policeman resolutely stepped forward and knocked on the stained brick wall. It was solid and quite high, and such a short girl couldn't climb it.

Others searched around through the sundries, but found nothing.

"Forget it, it must have been snatched away by some bustard who was eager to recruit newcomers." They looked at each other for a while, then tucked their batons back into their waists and walked out together.If you run away from this one, there will be the next one. There will always be ignorant fat sheep that will bump into your hands, and then double the "labor fee" will be squeezed out.

When these part-time gangster policemen were gone, a light like sand gold flashed in the depths of the alley, and the girl who had been chased almost nowhere just now appeared out of thin air as if she had come out of an invisible house.

"Pooh!"

She spat at the entrance of the alley, lifted her skirt and tied it in a knot at the waist, stepped on the stacked sundries after a small run, jumped up easily, like a nimble ape climbing over the wall, and like a light little Bird didn't even look at the old tree that jumped up from the wall and stretched out its branches.The girl used the branches to cover several window sills with all kinds of underwear and socks hanging on them, and even stroked the dog's head of other people's dogs, and finally got rid of the chaotic labor community.

Paris, is this what it looks like?

Penniless idle girls wandered the city in the crowd and got hungry.

This problem is very serious.

Big cities are not like the countryside. The vast farmland means that even if you "borrow" some food, you may not be found, and if you find it, you will get kicked without pain or itching.Here, if there is no money in the pocket, there is nothing to eat, and the trash can is so dirty that it smells like death, and there is nothing to eat in it.

Things like money are quite embarrassing for young girls who run away from home.Not intending to use herself as a means of payment, she picked a few casinos to sneak in.On the surface, she is a country girl selling flowers to wealthy gamblers with prostitutes in her arms, but in fact, she takes out a few chips from the crowd of people who can squeeze people to death when people are not prepared, and exchanges them for some money.

"Altila, you are so beautiful, why do you have to work so hard? Come with me, and I will take you to a good place. How about lying down and making money?" The casino owner doesn't mind some small parasites appearing in the venue, this country girl is hot Very well, the gamblers stuffed "tips" into her skirts, and she could give people a kick after collecting the money, which was very appetizing to the boss.

It's fun to resist, isn't it?

The last person who found it interesting was kicked into the andrology doctor's place by her, and the casino had to ask her to change places to make a living.

"Where are you going?" The little girl who had changed into a fine linen skirt stepped on the threshold with her arms crossed and grinned, asking as she followed the casino owner into the back alley.

The proprietress of "Paradise Garden" was waiting in the alley, and saw her future cash cow being cheated from a distance.

This girl looks young, but her body has already begun to develop. After one year of training and teaching, she can enter the social arena and accompany the gentlemen to have fun.She has black hair and exquisite facial features. Although she is a little short, there are many people who like this kind of pure and wild girl.

Who cares where he ran from?The proprietress has the confidence to make this girl popular, she is so beautiful, no matter what age she is, she will drive men crazy.

"Dear Attila, the proprietress of 'Paradise Garden' is a kind person. She can give you clothes, food, and a job." The casino owner pretended to be a serious person, and the girl he brought out snorted and didn't care about herself The collar slipped off the shoulder: "Come on, you want to sell me into a brothel, who are you cheating?"

She stretched out her index finger and rubbed her nose: "How much money the old bustard gave you, half of it, otherwise I will run away now, and you will not be left behind."

The casino owner understood that she would keep her promise, so he took out a handful of banknotes from his pocket and handed half of them to her without looking at them: "Come on, you, don't forget to support us old friends when you become popular in the future."

The girl's response to him was "fuck off".

Just go away.

"Okay, someone brought it here, she knows everything, so there's no need to bother." The casino owner pushed her out, and the madam was very satisfied after being surprised.

Voluntary is even better, save a lot of trouble.

"Honey, how long has it been since you had a good meal? Come with me, there's plenty of bread, cheese and milk, and you can look forward to even stew. But you need to be a good boy, understand ?”

The girl looked up at her provocatively, and the procuress who claimed to be her mother raised her hand and pinched her chin: "Good girl, you are simply a genius, remember to save this expression for gentlemen to see."

Bright and stubborn brown eyes, fair and rosy and healthy complexion, with a little bit of unwilling anger, like a milk cat that has just shed its fluff, can fascinate those noble gentlemen.

The girl walked a few steps behind her, stepped on her skirt suddenly after leaving the alley, tripped her to the ground, snatched her purse by pretending to help someone, and then ran away.

Expecting Attila Rimbaud to be obedient and serve others?Her mother didn't expect that.

Once again, she played the trick of chasing and fleeing with the police, and she used that strange ability to get rid of the pursuit.

Now I have a lot of money in my hand, enough to spend a while.

At the beginning, that strange space suddenly appeared to lead the younger sisters to avoid the old Mrs. Rimbaud's sight and steal food. After getting used to it for a while, she found that she could still appear in different places through it.

Now it is used to tease the police.

She took all the madam's money out of the purse, and threw the bag on the side of the road.

"Ah... I want to eat some snacks." A few days later, she changed into a fine linen shirt and a fine linen skirt, and let go of her messy hair that was always braided. not come out.

The sweet smell wafted from the bakery on the street, and the girl who had a special fondness for sugar leaned out of the window to stare at the maple syrup-soaked cake embryo, and couldn't help swallowing.

Let's eat first, and then find a way to get it when we run out of money.There are so many rich people in Paris, some fools even decorate their carriages with diamonds, and it's not a lot of effort to collect them.

So she pushed open the somewhat heavy glass door and went in to poke at the jewelry cabinet: "This, this, and this!"

"Miss, this kind of jam has red wine mixed in it, children can't eat it." The boss with a precarious hairline pawned two cake slices in front of her and refused the third request.

She rolled her eyes: "What's the matter? That's a little bit, and it's not a lot of your money."

"A lot of your money" effectively convinced the boss, and a ruby-like crystal clear jam appeared in front of her.

The girl shook her feet happily while eating, and the shaking became slower and slower. After a while, she lay on the maroon table with her arms under her head and fell asleep soundly.

"Fell asleep?"

"Yes."

"take away!"

A white-haired young man in a neat military uniform stepped forward to pick up the sleeping girl and opened the door to leave. The boss didn't seem to see anything.

"you're awake?"

When she opened her eyes, she saw several people in military uniforms on the opposite side.Both men and women, of different ages.

"Jeanne Attila Nicole Rimbaud, the eldest daughter of Rimbaud, Captain of the [-]rd Battalion of the Algerian Garrison. She ran away from Charville and came to Paris half a year ago, wandering the streets."

Her short life is condensed into only these two sentences.

"Either go to the gallows, or be obedient."

The leading soldier left such a sentence, and directly took her out of the ward and threw her into a special "training camp".The war is imminent, it is the time when the spies are most active, and the loss rate is also the highest. They can only select suitable children from the streets and cultivate them while eliminating them. At least it is a way for these street children-one in ten thousand can survive. way down.

The instructors of the training camp stared at the high and low "Street Fighters" with unfriendly eyes: "From now on, you will call each other by code names. After one year, assassination or infiltration, no matter what you can't do, you will die."

The outstanding graduates left the camp alive a year later.There are no scumbags here, as long as they fail the exam, they will be shot on the spot, and there is no chance to show their "scumbag" side.The surviving instant products are eligible to receive military literacy education and are ready to go to war at any time-a guy who looks familiar to girls appears in the new class.

"It's you! The guy who brought me from the dim sum shop to the barracks!" Miss Rimbaud stood in the middle of the road in the uniform of a schoolgirl, with the appearance of a campus goddess and the conversation of a big sister on the street.The white-haired young man who still had an impression of her stared at her for a while, then suddenly smiled, stepped back half a step and bowed to salute: "Sorry, miss. If you want, can I invite you to watch a movie as compensation?"

She rolled her eyes, and her smile gradually became sly: "It's not enough for just one movie, I'm very precious."

"Then what about the precious lady, plus flowers and chocolates?" He stretched out his hand to her, palm up: "Do you have a boyfriend now?"

The girl who started to grow long looked him up and down critically: "Not yet, how about you?"

The young man shook his head with his hands, and she smiled with two canine teeth: "Very good, now you have a girlfriend who must be on top of your head."

Young Mr. Gide: "..."

Why did you snatch the male lead script from me?This is a bit different from what I imagined?

Three months later, the French government announced its surrender across the board, and Miss Rimbaud, who was thrown by the liaison officer at the Junkers Manor for an interview with a Latin tutor: "..."

Damn it, what bad luck is this, even the emperor's rice bowl can be smashed!Quit it, let's go on strike, and by the way, I don't want the boyfriend who is the leader, let's break up!

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

Miss Rimbaud's past

The origin of the ex-boyfriend

Junker, to put it simply, is the owner of a noble manor in Germany.

M. Rimbaud did serve and then deserted.

There is a story that during World War II, the allied countries trained twenty-five children, learned German in two weeks, and executed them on the spot if they could not learn the military law...