The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

Early the next morning, the nun walked towards the treatment room with a heavy expression.

Eponey was seriously injured, the fracture was accompanied by massive blood loss, and she stayed up all night without medical treatment. No one can guarantee that she will still be alive.

Holding the simple but extremely stupid idea of ​​"good luck without her might fall on our heads", the girls who lost their chances because their eye color and hair color did not meet the requirements united to take advantage of the teachers and nuns. During the tea break, the "lucky guy" was pushed down the platform on the third floor.If it wasn't for the child's luck to fall on the spare vegetable patch, the priest Denard invited by the person in charge should have anointed her for burial instead of stopping the bleeding and setting her bones.

"God bless, alas..."

The old priest was getting old, so he stayed in the living room to warm himself by the fire after the treatment, and only Little Alice from Kloster Street was arranged to guard him at night.The nun thought it was a bad omen, but there was nothing better to do.

"Dear girls, good news today, the snow has finally stopped and the sun is... oh my god!"

She opened the door and looked inside, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the blond girl was able to sit up on her own and was drinking water with the help of little Alice.

The nun's eyes widened, and while she was chanting "God" in bits and pieces, she desperately pulled the bell rope that shook the wall of the treatment room.

It didn't take long before the sound of footsteps rushed over. The person in charge led other gentlemen who came to understand the situation early in the morning to rush into the treatment room, and the old priest followed slowly at the end.

"It's nothing short of a miracle! God have mercy."

He had already given up the hope of finding a big shot, but he didn't expect that the important bargaining chip could survive that kind of injury and look good?

You know, he invited Father Denard to come and treat the wounded, with the idea of ​​burying them directly if they were cured.

These days, a handful of beans fed to a horse can be counted as a meal, not to mention penicillin and other scarce drugs, for children in orphanages, drinking some hot water is considered as having used the drug.

sugar?Don't even think about it!

However, under such circumstances, Epony turned the corner and even looked better than before she was not injured...

The gentlemen had seen the situation of the wounded yesterday, and they all sighed and prayed for the poor girl. Now they followed the person in charge and saw this scene. They either gasped or praised God loudly.Alice turned her back on the group of guys eager to show piety and kindness, urged the wounded to take the last sip of water, curled her lips and rolled her eyes by the angle.

God?hehe.

The old God is long dead.

"Good girl, take care of your wounds." The person in charge stepped forward and glanced at the blond girl, then quickly shifted his gaze to the busy little Alice: "Thank you very much, Miss Vergent."

If yesterday this little black-haired thing was just a living toy that he could pick up and play with casually in his eyes, then today, she seems to be a little noble who can help him make his fortune.

The little girl grabbed her skirt at a loss, and bent her knees with a blushing face: "These are God's will and grace, sir."

"Yes, yes, God will never abandon his faithful servant."

Countless voices couldn't agree more with this useless nonsense. Everyone felt that they were the children of destiny and deserved to enjoy this honor.

After confirming that the condition of the wounded was so good that it could not be better, the person in charge generously invited the gentlemen to move to the fireplace for another drink, to warm their bodies and ease their inner excitement.The nun stepped forward to take over Alice's work to take care of Eponey, and little Alice, who had made great contributions, was sent to the snack room-this was definitely not stinginess, but a silent but affordable reward.

There is hot water and food in the dim sum room. It is a pleasure to eat and take while guarding the stove.

Soon little Alice’s smock hid a lot of bits and pieces of butter and cheese wrapped in oiled paper. The precious honey and sugar were hung on the skirt with a small bottle, and the cook even generously gave more gave her a bucket of rotten apples.

——It can’t be said that it is rotten, at least two-thirds of the edible part of each fruit is still intact, and after washing and cutting, who knows that they have scars on their bodies?

At this time, little Alice firmly believes that the dessert room is what heaven should look like, and sweets are the most beautiful things in the world.

"My child, you worked hard last night, go home and get some sleep."

Returning to Closter Street from the Bruce Orphanage, Father Denard didn't really ask Alice to clean the broken pool behind the church for him.In order to express his gratitude, he wrote a letter to Frankfurt in person, and after receiving a small bottle of honey, he drove her back to rest.

Yesterday was the rest day of the Bercy Cabaret, and tonight the whole street will be alive again because of it.

This old cabaret theater, run by the Bercy family for several generations, was once an elegant venue that everyone flocked to on the Kloster Street.Now, of course, it's also coveted, but the word "elegant"...has to be put in double quotes.

Little Alice lifted the smock that kept sliding down from time to time, dragged the barrel to thank Father Denard, and left the church to go home.Wilgent's House is just opposite the church. The two buildings face each other, and they are both dilapidated and depressed.Pushing open the air-leaking wooden door of her house, she still stuck the board for blocking the wind behind the door as usual, and then sneaked into the kitchen with the bucket and skirt.

Butter, cheese, sugar cubes, coffee, and apples.

The fine flour was so precious that the cook refused to share it, so she was so annoyed that she took a small bottle of honey, which happened to be used to thank Father Denard who brought her this small fortune - this priest 20 years ago When he came to Kloster Street, he liked to sit in the courtyard behind the church and bask in the sun, laughing and telling the children who came to ask for snacks about the origin of every scar on his body.As time goes by, the children of that year gradually grow up and run around all day long, the wonderful stories of the old priest have become absurd and uninhibited conjectures, and only the black-haired Wilgent family is willing to sit on his knees and listen. Alice.

The bedroom door opposite the kitchen opened silently, Mrs. Wilgent's white hair flashed past, and the wooden door closed quickly.Little Alice put away the food and came out. At a glance, she found a brazier that couldn't be smaller in the fireplace, and a peeled and cooked potato was placed on the low table next to it.

The temperature has gradually picked up in the past few days, and the afternoon sun shines on the face through the window lattice.Big Alice's full and beautiful singing came from the attic, and the single traveler who was walking heard it, and couldn't help but stop and tilt their heads to listen.

"What a beautiful voice..."

People can't help but think of the lover hidden deep in the heart, the girl waited with joy and shyness, and even reluctant to use force between her lips and teeth when she mentioned his name.

After another hour or two, little Alice, wrapped in an old homely skirt, was combing her hair while putting on shoes on her feet in a mess: "Grandma, I'm going to work in the theater, and I'll be back before dawn!"

"I told you not to call me grandma!" The grumpy voice of the old woman came from the kitchen, accompanied by the movement of the brush on the textile: "Go away, you little bastard!"

The girl stuck out her tongue and deliberately increased the volume: "I know grandma, no problem grandma, haha!"

"Dangdang!"

The wooden bristle brush was thrown out and smashed hard on the timely closed door.The sound scared Alice in the attic to burst into tears. Mrs. Wilgent had to give up her plan to chase her granddaughter, and hurried upstairs, wiping her hands from side to side: "Honey, Mommy is coming to see you!" you."

Little Alice took the opportunity to run away, and the children begging for money and running errands on both sides of the gravel road all nodded their heads when they saw her. This "spectacular" scenery continued to the front of the Bercy Song and Dance Theater.

Until now, the Bercy Cabaret Theater is also one of the famous scenery in Brandenburg.In addition to enjoying the pure singing, dancing and music, the owner of the troupe, Seam Belsey, is also a flexible person. He is willing to match all the gentlemen who walk into the theater... As for what kind of bridge they lead, there are endless streams in the second half of the night. Absolutely the guests tacit understanding.

Every week the girls have one off day, when the boss is out looking for new employees.

Of course, not all dancers are willing to have a relationship with the audience that only adults have.For example, the big Alice back then, when her father passed away, she was rejected by Bersey's boss to "help" in every possible way. After that, she met Mr. Sen who was doing nothing and wandering in the streets and alleys, and got a sum of money from him to use To bury the dead old tailor.

Then lose for life.

I can't tell what kind of unlucky it is, in short, it is unlucky.

"Hurry up for the opening dance, don't worry about the lipstick, put on your clothes first! Where are the wigs and headgear?"

Mrs. Belsey was a lean, high-nosed woman.She was taller than most dancing girls, and had a face so thin that her cheekbones were high and her eyes were round and big, brown.This lady is always wearing a long dress that is not too conformable, and her hat is decorated with trembling fake flowers and feathers. At this time, she is standing on the stairs leading to the front desk and staring fiercely at every girl who can squeeze out oil and water. I'm afraid they will be lazy and look like old owls that have shed their fur.

It has to be said that she and Mr. Bercy are really a match made in heaven when it comes to their obsession with money.

The repertoire performed by Little Alice is relatively late, which belongs to the dividing line between the pure appreciation school and the "pure appreciation school".She sneaked into the backstage very lightly, but unfortunately she still couldn't escape the good eyes of the proprietress: "Alice Vergent! You are going to be late in 5 minutes. If you do this again tomorrow, please be careful." wages!"

She even clenched her fists angrily, ready to swing them like the washerwomen on the pier vying for business.

"God bless you, Mrs. Belsey!"

The little girl didn't take it to heart at all, and quickly found her headgear for the big girl who was about to appear on the stage, and then helped the country comedian in the next show toss the curly hair that was ridiculous and not too explosive.

Mrs. Belsey couldn't find a new flashpoint, she turned her face sullenly, and went to find fault with others.

Others can get a little mercy from her by chance, but Alice Vergent, the name, the child's facial features, no matter what, the landlady's heart is on fire-who would like a husband who has no man in two days? What about drilling in the house where the owner lives?It's fine if you can get some cheap money, but the worst thing is that Xiao Mu's idiot never got it.And the woman who gave birth to this little bastard, who has been crazy for ten years and can still seduce men all over the street, is yearning for it, she is simply a banshee!

"Oh, it's dreadful that Mrs Belsey has gone forward."

Breathing in, the big girl who changed her waist and changed her dance skirt grabbed the pillar and looked out. Little Alice ruthlessly grabbed the rope and pulled it desperately: "Right away! That's it! Hey!"

The dresser who hired to help glanced at it, and felt that the problem was not serious, and handed her the pile of crinkled tulle hanging on the back of the skirt: "Make it firmer, who accidentally dropped his butt on the ground last time?" That’s why I was deducted a week’s salary.”

Thinking of that living disaster, fragmentary laughter emerged one after another.

It was seamed and glued, and it was with great difficulty that the five tall girls, with their bare legs dragging tulle and topped with ostrich feathers, and wearing gaudy and exaggerated stage makeup, stepped out of the curtain with swaying steps—— Regardless of whether they were out of breath or coughing desperately just now, they are attracting everyone's attention at the moment.

This hot secular style is undoubtedly transmitted from the victorious country. The large area of ​​naked and smoky flesh is enough to bring people sufficient visual stimulation, and at the same time satisfy people's desire to release pressure , by the way, come to a carnival that only blooms in the second half of the night-the Bercy Cabaret Theater’s once famous repertoire can be preserved until now, and there are very few, if it is not for the time of tax payment, it is better to hang a serious business with the tax officer Names, probably not even one.