The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

You must know that Kloster Street is still a relatively good neighborhood in Brandenburg. Its geographical location is equivalent to the commercial center of the entire city. In the past, only rich and noble families could come and go here, and the neighbors were relatively wealthy.

As far as the remoter places are concerned, life is probably more unbearable than death.

Shawn Belsey rubbed his nose with his index finger, and took a sip of the wine that could only cover the bottom of the glass: "What is there to hesitate? Not everyone can get the opportunity of the coffee lady, for little Alice , is also a rare good place to go.”

The lady's housekeeper, Mr. Finn, revealed that the big boss wanted to "adopt" a few children to admire. If it wasn't for the fact that little Alice's hair color and eye color followed her father's instead of her mother's, her price would be even higher than the current one. Then turn it over three or two times.However, mixed-race people also have the benefits of mixed-race people, which are more likely to arouse people's curiosity, so it shouldn't be impossible to make a move.

Thinking of this, he continued to lobby hard: "The old priest of the old church will leave after the New Year, and the new priest may not be able to show mercy to the child. Sending her to school will definitely be bullied by the bad boys nearby. Why don't you follow the coffee?" Ms. learn how to behave, you can continue to dance, and you can go to school. The United States is a victorious country, and life is always better than ours. How many people try to immigrate there, but they can’t find a way. The invitation of that lady is really a blessing from heaven. Pie."

After finishing speaking, he opened his hands and compared the number to Mrs. Wilgent: "As a family member, you can ask for this number for Big Alice. Little Alice will grow up in five or six years, isn't it Ms. Coffee? Will it restrict her personal freedom and prevent her from going home to have a look? Whatever counts is appropriate!"

In the living room of the Wilgent’s house, Belsey, the owner of the cabaret theater, was still whispering to Mrs. Wilgent about the benefits of the American patrons, and the old second-floor attic was another scene.

Elder Alice may occasionally wake up for a few hours every few days, and the education of her biological daughter relies on these intermittent explanations except from the old priest opposite.As for why little Alice didn't go to school even when she was ten years old... The war destroyed everything, including children.

The crazy mother can't finish telling the knowledge learned from the father, and at the same time strengthen the image of that person over and over again.In her description, Mr. Sen was simply overrated.It's a pity that he left the books and the innocent dreams of his youth with her, and then traveled across the ocean to return to his motherland, and there was no news of him.

"Rin Taro, I've memorized the story I read last time, are you listening?"

The blond hair is as dazzling as real gold, and Big Alice seems to linger forever in the early summer when she was 16 years old, on that day when she met someone.

Little Alice played role-playing games with her mother as best she could.

Unlike others, in this handicapped family, she is both a father and a daughter: "Okay, dear Alice, please recite it to me."

The books left by Mr. Hayashi Taro include medicine, philosophy, poetry, history and politics.The clever Alice kept his joking explanations firmly in mind, and then told them to his daughter.

"It's over, Lin Taro, is there anything wrong?" Big Alice smiled like an angel on the dome of a church.

She is 27 years old and has given birth again, but she still looks like a young girl.Putting down the heavy philosophical books, she jumped up like a bird on a branch, raised her arms on tiptoe, and drew a full arc: "Did the embassy entrust you with important work today, it must be very hard, Want to watch me dance?"

As a former pillar of the Bercy Theater Company, Alice Vergent has been the dream lover of most young people in Brandenburg for a long time.Until the foreign student abandoned her and ran away, countless people were eagerly looking forward to this delicate rose falling into their hands.

Little Alice obediently sat on the chair dedicated to "father", and slowly coaxed her mother word by word: "Okay, dear, you dance really well!"

"I'm so happy!" Big Alice finished the dance, gathered her limbs and walked to her daughter and looked down at her black hair: "Rin Taro, that child is very cute, you will like her, right? She is as smart as you , and smooth, pretty black hair and sparkling purple eyes."

"Yes, I like her very much, thank you, my dear."

With this affirmation, Alice Vergent calmed down and turned her attention to the plate brought by her daughter.While she sat down to eat, ten-year-old Alice finally had the opportunity to tidy up her mother's room.Grandmother wanted to take care of her herself, but when she saw the book left by that person, she got a headache, and mother valued those things that took up space more than anything else.In order not to break out several family wars every day, this matter can only fall on the little girl who inherited the paternal color scheme.

She lightly climbed onto the plank bed to pack the quilt, stood at the head of the bed and picked up a corner and shook it vigorously up and down, then folded it up for easy storage.They were old, but the Wilgents couldn't afford to replace them with new ones.Even once a well-known skilled tailor, without fabrics, he can only let the home textiles slowly decay a little bit.

The winter here is too long, and the family's savings may not be enough to last until spring.You know, those firewood were the leftovers that were brought back bit by bit when I followed the old priest to see a doctor for the forestry workers in the autumn. Little Alice couldn't understand how she could have so much strength and patience to fill the whole mess. Between things.

"Honey, whose family are you from?"

At this moment, Big Alice seemed to wake up, and finally figured out that Little Alice was not her father.She was surprised to see the child tossing the bed. Little Alice was used to this kind of situation. She responded to her mother unhurriedly: "Mrs. Wilgent asked me to bring you some food. Are you full?"

"Oh, yes, I'm full. But..." The blonde was very puzzled, and the kindness in her nature prevented her from treating a "strange" child who was helping at home: "My dear, there is still half a piece of sausage , come and eat it."

"Okay, thank you, Mrs. Mori."

Little Alice knew that such a title would please her mother, and when she was happy it would keep her sober longer.

Sure enough, Big Alice blushed like a young girl: "Good boy, you can really talk."

As she spoke, she picked up the sausage with a fork and handed it over. Little Alice opened her mouth and bit it unceremoniously.With the help of her turning around, Big Alice saw the child's appearance clearly, and immediately got closer to her: "Oh! You are just like my Rintaro, you have beautiful purple eyes."

"You have beautiful blonde hair too, ma'am."

The mouth was stuffed with food, and the little girl hurriedly chewed it and swallowed it without delaying the work in hand: "In exchange, madam, would you like to read a chapter of Machiavelli's "The Prince" for me?"

"As you wish, sweet little friend."

Eldest Alice took out a book with yellowed pages from under the bed board, opened it casually and stumbled on a certain page to read aloud.At this moment, little Alice was able to squeeze her mother's side and rest her head on her arm, enjoying the rare affection.

Outside the window, the cold wind blows the snowflakes and knocks on the window frame, bringing a terrible sound like howling. The mother and daughter huddled together are reading books by the faint heat from the fireplace.Dim light fell on their heads, like the holy light pouring down from the dome of a cathedral.

After more than half an hour, the guests downstairs got up to leave, and Mrs. Vergent's sharp voice came up again: "Alice! Go see Mr. Bercy!"

Big Alice didn't want to hear the terrible name of Belsy the most, and she didn't care about the book in her hand, and plunged into the closet to try to hide herself.

"Here we come!" Little Alice answered loudly first, and then knocked on the closet door: "Don't be afraid, I'll drive that fat man away right away, so that he won't have any bad ideas about you."

There were subtle sobbing and rubbing sounds from the closet. Knowing that her grandmother would take over the rest, little Alice jumped down the narrow and wobbly stairs: "Fatty Belsey, let's go!"

"Where are your rules and manners? Have you been eaten by wild dogs outside!"

Mrs. Wilgent raised her hand to hit her, but the little girl smiled and dodged it.Taking advantage of the time of avoidance, she picked up the wide skirt with patches and made a standard and elegant curtain call: "Goodbye, sir."

"Hahahahahahaha, little Alice, you are such a little troublemaker."

Boss Bercy's face twitched as if he had suffered a stroke. He called it a "restrained but polite smile"-if it weren't for the fact that many guests came to see the "gifted girl" performance and brought in a little profit , he would never give this girl any good looks.

"Send Mr. Belsey over the bridge, slob."

The old woman took out a large thick scarf that was no bigger than a rag from the chest of drawers and threw it to her: "It's snowing outside, don't forget to go to the church and see what Father Denard needs you to do."

"understood!"

The little girl wrapped herself tightly in the scarf, took a deep breath and opened the door to let the guests go out first: "Please."

"Good-bye, Mrs. Wilgent, and my regards to Alice."

He couldn't forget to look at the narrow ladder leading to the attic, then turned and walked into Fengxue.The old woman stood at the door watching, and within ten seconds, she couldn't bear the cold wind like a knife, and closed the door vigorously: "This damn weather, it's too cold."

Boss Bercy stomped on the freshly accumulated snow on the side of the road, accompanied by little Alice whom he loved and hated at the same time.This kid is just a greedy little cunning, and everyone in the mixed troupe except the boss and the proprietress don't like her—if there is no big Alice among them, he thinks he will also like this quick-witted little one.

"Little Alice, do you want to go to school? There are beautiful new dresses with lace, delicious cakes, hot sweet milk, and you can live in a warm house without worrying about food and clothing. Life is carefree. No worries."

The fat man squeezed the "smile" on his face deeper, as if the aroma of food had already reached his nostrils.Little Allie wrapped the big scarf tightly around her body, and she looked sideways with a half-smile: "Oh? Then, generous Boss Bercy, what price do I have to pay?"

There is absolutely no kindness in vain in the world, and she has learned this in her life.