Cannon Fodder's Struggle History

Mrs. Bucket closed her mouth, squeezed her body forward, and took Rose's arm: "Okay, okay, dear Rose, how do we get out of here now? Walk? This will stain my skirt. "

After cleverly separating the two of them, she looked up and saw the luxury car of the Hockley family, a trace of resentment flashed in the corner of her eyes.If her daughter hadn't been deceived by this poor boy, they would have been sitting in the car by now, leaving this noisy place.

Loud people annoy her.

"If you don't have a car, take a taxi. I remember New York has them. It's much faster than a horse-drawn carriage." Mrs. Bookett has never been someone who would wrong herself, even at this time, she still maintains her aristocratic airs.

"Mom, we can make a carriage, and then we can have a good look at the scenery of the street." Rose cried out in embarrassment, with a little embarrassment on her face. They only had a hundred dollars from Mrs. Brown.

"Honey, you are the princess of the Bookett family. I think Mr. Jack will not let Rose suffer such a wrong." Mrs. Bookett showed a proud smile on her face, and stretched out her hand to pull the ermine around her neck. The shawl, the movement is graceful and almost contrived.

"Of course, ma'am, please." Jack told himself repeatedly that she was Rose's mother, and he wanted to give her enough respect.

After making a gesture of please, they waited for a long time on the side of the street in the port before they got a taxi, opened the door and politely asked the two ladies to get in the car.

"Sir, where are you going?" The driver looked curiously. Two noble ladies and a poor boy are really a strange combination. Moreover, the skirts of these two ladies are all wrinkled, which is really too careless. .

"Thompson Avenue." Jack took a breath. He had inquired before leaving that there were cheap rental houses on this street, and the money they had on hand could support them for a while.

Mrs. Bucket opened her mouth and then closed it again. There was an outsider here, and she happened to be a person who valued face.

Her face was ashen, maintaining that haughty look, which was just right, as long as Rose saw the real appearance of the slums, she would definitely leave with her.

Mrs. Bucket gathered her shawl, thinking maliciously.

The car quickly drove into the wide street and stopped in front of beautiful houses. There are beautiful shops, theaters, coffee houses and restaurants on the street, as well as rock clubs and small shops with strange styles. attractive.

Rose opened her eyes wide, looking at these peculiar decorations curiously, it was so novel to her, she felt that her eyes were not enough.

Jack was amused by Rose's appearance. This girl is so easy to please. He led the two of them into the back of the street, where there were cheap rental houses.

Walking through the narrow passage, Rose felt a little uneasy. She saw an elderly woman with a hunched waist and a huge package on her back, slowly moving towards a store. The look, completely numb.

Women in crude skirts with thick hands and feet were arguing loudly with the manager of the bakery just to save a penny.

There were homeless men curled up in corners with a cheap cigarette dangling from their lips, eyeing scantily clad prostitutes with lewd eyes.

Rose suddenly felt a little hard to breathe. All she knew about civilian life came from Jack's narration, from that joyful dance party.Jack told her how interesting civilian life was, being able to get in touch with all kinds of people, how happy that dance was, carefree and without rigid etiquette, everything was what she expected.

However, facing such a life, Rose suddenly became afraid, and a fear she didn't know enveloped her.

Jack had already negotiated the rental price with the landlord. He rented an attic with two small bedrooms and a narrow living room, for which he paid a little more money.

"Let's go, dear, this is our new home." Jack's tone was very joyful, and he always had hope for life.

With trepidation, Rose followed Jack up the narrow stairs. She saw that the walls were mottled and mixed with disgusting stains.

Mrs. Bucket did not complain this time, which was rare. She followed Rose quietly, with a strange smile on the corner of her mouth, which was a mockery of Rose and Jack.

She knew her better than Rose, and when she lifted her skirt up the stairs, she frowned unbearably, then relaxed, and soon, she would be able to get rid of all this.

Rose stood in the living room in amazement. This living room was not even comparable to a bathroom. The walls were painted white, and there was a simple log table that hadn't even been polished, and rough textures could still be seen.There was even a thick layer of black dirt in the texture, as did the bench, which looked filthy.

The two bedrooms are even smaller, with only one bed. The bedding on the bed has been washed white, and there are holes in some places, and there is no wardrobe.

Rose held her nose, she really couldn't bear the smell in the room, did she want to sleep on such a bed?

God, the carpet in her room is way better than this bedroom.

For Rose, she had never seen such a humble place, Rose's original belief began to waver, she wondered if she could bear such a life?

He raised his head and looked at Jack happily cleaning up in confusion. He even filled a water bottle with water and inserted a bright and scorching rose into it.

Mrs. Bukett looked at Rose holding up her skirt and showing hesitation, showing a smug smile. Although she had to endure the unpleasant smell, but soon, she would soon be able to persuade Rose to leave this place. poor boy.

God, when she gets the compensation, she must take a good bath in rosewater.

"Rose, don't worry, I will find a job soon, and then we can rent a better house." Jack wiped the stool carefully, took off his coat and spread it, and led Rose hand sit down.

Jack's smile was bright, and he didn't feel dissatisfied with this place at all. Like the scorching sun, Rose put away the disappointment in her heart and showed a sweet smile: "Honey, I believe in you! You are the best!"

Yes, Jack is the best, she has to believe in him, this is the life she yearns for, and she will work hard for it.

Rose tried her best to convince herself, and firmly suppressed the wavering in her heart.

Luxurious cars are speeding on the wide driveway. There are various shops and street lights on both sides of the road. After turning a corner, you can see green oak trees planted on both sides of the road, and even little squirrels jumping figure.

Then, after passing through a forest, the car stopped.

Fabrizio got out of the car, and what caught his eyes was a huge building, a huge castle-like tower, a marble fountain in front of the tower, and clear spring water flowing from a sculpture in the center. As for the gate, Fabrizio Brizio swears, turning his head to look back, he can't see it at all.

"Carl, welcome back." Old Hockley handed his hat and cane to the butler standing aside, and gave Carl a hug.

"Dad, I'm back." Carl also laughed.

"Of course, and this boy, welcome to Hockley Manor." Old Hockley extended his hand and shook Fabrizio.

"Thank you, Mr. Hockley." Carl was a little nervous, but quickly calmed down, with a bright smile on the corner of his mouth, and a pleasing temperament in his whole person.

Old Hockley nodded secretly, this child is much more polite than Rose.

"Carl, hurry up and take a hot bath and change your clothes. The doctor is already on his way." He commanded the housekeeper, after Old Hockley knew that Fabrizio had saved his child, he had always had a good impression of him.

This child has a clean and childish temperament, and even his sincere smile can infect others, just like the breeze blowing in spring, with a kind of smoky warmth that makes people relax.

If it is such a pleasing child, he has no objection to Karl's association with him.

Fabrizio's wound can't be wetted with water, but in Hockley's manor, Karl can't wipe his body himself, so he can only let the maid serve him.

Thinking that this woman will touch Fabrizio's white and flexible body, Karl has an urge to kill.As for Spicer, Karl generously gave the housekeeper half a month's vacation, allowing him to take a good rest. After all, he was really terrified after going through this time.

After Karl quickly rubbed the soap all over his body, rinsed off the foam, and went out of the bathroom. It took only 15 minutes.

Fabrizio has already changed his clothes and is lying on the bed. The doctor in a suit is changing his dressing and wrapping him in gauze.

After finishing everything, the maid led the two of them to the restaurant. The long table in the restaurant was already filled with food and flowers for decoration.

After dinner, Carl saw a trace of exhaustion flashing in Fabrizio's eyes, and he suggested gently: "Big boy, you need a sufficient sleep, go and rest."

Fabrizio looked at the old Hockley's expressionless expression, obviously he had something to ask Carl, for example, Rose!

Although he wanted the big boy to sleep in his own room, Karl’s sanity was still there, so he reluctantly asked the maid to open the next room. The bed in the room had been changed, and even the flowers on the small table beside the bed were freshly picked. down.

When he came to the living room again, there was a cup of coffee in front of Old Hockley, looking very leisurely.

"Carl, now, you should tell me clearly what's going on with you and Rose." Old Hockley's voice was unhurried, with a very gentle tone. To Carl, he has always been conniving .

Back then, Carl fell in love with Rose, and he couldn't help himself. Without any objection, he ordered the housekeeper to visit her and asked for an engagement.

Now, Karl wants to break off the engagement, and Old Hockley will not object, but he needs to know the reason.

"Father, Rose fell in love with a poor boy, and even... even asked that poor boy to paint a portrait of her." Carl's face turned livid for a moment, as if he had been betrayed by the woman he loved. Of course, half of them It's real, half fake.