The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

"It's very cold, Frau Wilgent. I say it's very cold."

Shawn Belsey tightened his scarf, wishing he could tuck his wine-soaked red nose into the yellowed stiff collar, and his over-fat chin stuck on the poor false collar, forming three circles of fat Son: "It's going to snow soon, and the days are really getting sad, don't you think?"

Walking in front of him, the thin old woman called "Mrs. Wilgent" turned her eyes to look back, and pressed her dark purple lips into a line.

It’s good that the citizens of the defeated country are still alive. Even the capital was artificially divided into two parts by the victors. They were not imprisoned in concentration camps, but they can still stay in their hometown and continue to operate the industry. What can they be picky about?

Compared with the countless victims who died in the war, at least the living have a future and a chance.

"Hmm... Whoop!"

Not surprisingly, Shawn Belsey shrugged when there was no response.He tightened the front of his coat again, and his gaze swept over Mrs. Wilgent's white hair like withered grass and her stooped back.

The Vergent family was his old acquaintance. Before the old tailor Vergent died of illness, his daughter Alice Vergent had been working in his song and dance theater.Until the tailor died of illness, many things happened later... She was really an angelic girl. She had long golden hair like the morning sun, big blue eyes that were watery and talking, tall and straight with a slender frame, fair skin and delicate features.

Alice Vergent has a gentle personality and clean hands and feet. Unlike other women who make a living on the street, they can swear words in the same way from Monday to Sunday, and even the passing lice can drag off their legs.

Such a beautiful pure-blood blonde girl actually fell in love with a monkey from an island country in the Far East.

The theater proprietor licked his lips, which had been dried by the cold wind, with his tongue, thinking of the blond dancer made him feel sick.

The hateful foreign student, not to mention ruining his good deeds, but also leaving behind a nasty brat who got in his way.

"Mrs. Wilgent, is there enough food and charcoal at home? Poor little Alice..."

Bercy deliberately mentioned the little girl who didn't fit in with Brandenburg, and sure enough, the old woman frowned: "I don't want to talk about that little bastard."

If it wasn't for the temptation of the child's father, her daughter would never have been abandoned from beginning to end.With her golden beauty, slender figure, and graceful singing voice, at least she can become a rich man and take the whole family out of the sea of ​​suffering.Instead of being humiliated, sanity collapsed and just going crazy.

She really hated the stain of her daughter's birth. When the baby was born, she didn't even want to give her a name. In the end, the priest of the old dilapidated church came to baptize her out of sympathy, and gave her mother's name to her daughter for community registration.

In other words, there are two Alices living in the Wilgent family.

One big and one small, mother and daughter share the same name.

The dark cloud above the head became lower and lower, and the wind became stronger and stronger. Soon, gray and white snowflakes fell from the sky, and the temperature also dropped to an unbearable level.

"Come on, Mr. Belsey, we have to sit by the fire and have a drink before discussing that matter." Mrs. Vergent couldn't stand it anymore, and leaned forward at a faster pace towards the old black house—this is her husband With the real estate they earned as tailors during their lifetimes, they lived comfortably at that time and were able to educate their daughters.

Examples include reading and writing, music, dancing and drawing.

As soon as he heard that there was wine, Belsey suddenly regained his spirits.

Now that the war is over, everyone in the whole country owes a lot of war indemnity, even the food depends on relief, don't even mention the word "wine".

"That would be wonderful! God bless you, Mrs. Vergent, you are a wonderful old man."

After speaking, he pushed the old woman forward vigorously and quickly until he reached the Wilgent house directly opposite the church on Kloster Street.

The old woman took out a key from under her apron. It was so cold that her hands were shaking badly. She glanced at the keyhole several times but failed to aim at the keyhole. Numbing sound.It took several minutes before Mrs. Wilgent pushed the door open.

"Alice? Are you there, Alice? Hurry up! Go and fire up the fireplace for me, roast some potatoes and cut some slices of meat, and bring me a bottle of wine from the cellar!"

She was not calling her daughter. The blond-haired Alice had been crazy before the child was born, and would just sit in the room all day long, holding the book left by that person and living in an imaginary world.If anyone forced her to talk to her, all she would get was screaming and crying.

There was a quick reply from the stair compartment, and a slender shadow ran away like the wind: "Understood, grandma. Let's go now."

"Don't call me grandma!" Panting heavily, the old woman's face turned red unnaturally, and the sweetness of the little girl's crisp voice remained unchanged: "Good grandma, yes grandma, no problem, grandma."

"You shameless little wolf cub!"

Mrs. Wilgent quarreled with her granddaughter across the stairs, and she was answered by the sound of the cellar door being slammed shut.

Belsie watched the excitement at the Wilgent's house, laughed and patted his fat belly: "Hahahahaha, little Alice is really a lively and narrow child."

If only she wouldn't call herself nasty nicknames outside, and show up just when he wanted to go upstairs and whisper something to Big Alice.

"It's as if she was carved out of the same mold as her shameless father, and she only pretends to be pitiful and weak in front of people, just like a poisonous snake hiding in a swamp!"

The old woman yelled out the last sentence on purpose, the cellar door was pushed open again, and the little girl rushed into the living room in a hurry: "The wine is here! Let's start a fire and bake potatoes right away."

This child is also interesting. His facial features are like rubbings of his mother but without the broad and thick mandible of the Germanic people. His skin is delicate and shiny and he avoids the overly flat face shape of his father.She has long black hair, braided into a long braid and hangs behind her head, and the broken hair hangs softly along her forehead and cheeks, and a pair of bright purple eyes are exposed under her eyebrows.Mrs. Vergent and her neighbors especially disliked the color of her hair and eyes, which came from her missing father.

On this point, the old priest in the Duomen Church has some unique views: Maybe the neighbors hate little Alice's hair color and eye color, maybe it's the influence of her father who has never met, even though she is naive Young and immature, there is still an unpleasant temperament between the brows - as if it contains endless ambition and stubborn will.

But right now, she is just a child who has to run around every day to get a ration for the whole family.

Little Alice squatted in front of the fireplace and fiddled with the coals. The firewood had been prepared early in autumn and had already dried out.Soon the fireplace was beeping, and the smell of potatoes and dried meat was mouth-watering.

There was a sound of footsteps on the rotten wooden stairs, which was the movement made by Big Alice smelling the smell of food.

"Take these upstairs to my poor daughter, and when she has eaten the rest will be yours."

"understood."

Mrs. Wilgent gave the girl a bright Bohemian-style plate with black bread, potatoes, and half a sausage inside, which can be said to be an extremely rich meal.Little Alice took the plate, stomped the stairs to the ground as usual, and ran upstairs "boom-boom-boom" to appease her mother who was getting restless.

In fact, there is no need for grandma to explain it deliberately. Of course, she knows that food is scarce now, and she is very satisfied if she can eat a little bit of minced meat, and she will not compete with her mother for this rare luxury.The old woman also knew that her daughter would redistribute the food to her daughter, and the potatoes and sausages on the plate were the largest portion.

After the parties leave, only those who are surrounded by the fireplace in the living room can discuss the "big event".

"Mrs. Coffee held a ball in the old castle in Essen last week. It was as luxurious and rich as it was a few years ago. Countless rich people flew here by special plane to enjoy the first snow in the Black Forest. It is said that the light cooking I only pulled a truckload of lemons.” Boss Bercy sniffed with great yearning: “Countless food, sweet wine, warm house, noble ladies dressed in silk and precious stones for leisure, even helping to deliver The little maid on the plate is well fed."

Mrs. Wilgent narrowed her eyes and recalled: "Yes, before that, life at home was much better than it is now."

As soon as the irresponsible man left, the staff of the embassy and consulate contacted him to tell the child about it. Only then did the Wilgent family get a few banknotes every month.But what's the use?Alice was crazy, and she couldn't continue to work in the song and dance theater, and she couldn't take care of the children. If it wasn't for the help of the kind old priest in the church, little Alice wouldn't be able to survive the first winter after she was born.

"Oh, by the way, look at my brain." The cold wind poured into the room through the cracked door, waking Boss Bercy from his endless reverie.He sniffed again, put his hand into the pocket on his stomach, and grabbed out a handful of banknotes: "Little Alice's salary for this month. This kid stands on the stage like a czar, hahahahahaha. "

Little Alice perfectly inherited her mother's talent. Although she was young, she was already an experienced song and dance actress, at least in the Brandenburg region and even the capital Berlin downstream of the river.

"What's enough, the price of food can change twelve times a day. Just a few pieces of waste paper, it's too dusty to light a fire for warmth."

The old lady was right. The war took the lives of two-thirds of the country's young and middle-aged people, and all important energy and ore production areas were ceded to neighboring countries.On the one hand, the shortage of materials has caused prices to skyrocket, and on the other hand, the country cannot provide enough jobs that allow the elderly, weak, women and children to earn a living. The life of ordinary people is becoming more and more difficult every day.

No job, no salary, no salary, more and more expensive daily necessities, and even the necessities of life... Even the owner of a song and dance theater who used to live a carefree life has to find a side business to earn money to make a living up.