"The girl looks like... that flower..." Looking at Malian's back as she left, I couldn't help singing, and carried the basket of eggs into the back hall.

"Who was here just now?" The old man happened to come out at this time.

"Oh! Yes, Ms. Malian, I've sent a basket of eggs over."

"So it's that girl Livia!" The old man sighed, "a very devout and kind girl!"

What does it mean? The girl is very pious and kind, why are you sighing? The old man is a little confused. I can't figure out what he is doing!

"That girl is a Gal!" the old man saw that I didn't understand and explained.

"I know the Gals, but..." The Gals are a nation of theirs, similar to the gypsies in the original world. They are also a versatile but discriminated community here. They are a wandering nation and do not engage in agricultural production. Men generally make a living by selling poultry and tutoring. Women make a living by singing and divination. Locals usually associate these wanderers with thieves, liars, child dealers, and prostitutes.

The habits of other nations are difficult to understand, but the optimism of this nation has always allowed them to survive in the way their own ethnic groups understand, and they have created instruments such as guitars, accordions and passionate dances such as franmingo.

The most famous gypsy are two characters in artistic creation, Esmerada in the novel "Notre Dame" and Carmen who made men crazy for her in the opera "Carmen". These two girls who also love freedom and also make men crazy for her are the representatives of the Gypsy's outlook on life and love.

Such a nation was even worse than the Jews in Europe in the past. Jews were usually linked to wealth. However, the Gypsies persecuted and massacred whenever social turmoil was in turmoil, while the two Jews, money and the founding of the country, had no share in their share in them.

Aesmeralda! Haha, thinking about looking up at the bell tower outside the skylight, and then seeing if we can find the shadow of the villain Bishop Lord Floro from the old man. Unfortunately, Lord Floro is not at the same level as the sacred and solemn expression of the old man.

Although he was confident in his appearance, he knew that he didn't have the golden light to shine like the handsome guy Phoebes, who walked all the way through the streets and flashed from the streets to the ends of the streets. His heart was beating in his chest, and it was even more impossible for him to be Quasimodo.

"Her mother is a prostitute!" The old man couldn't stand the slowness of my thoughts, and glanced at me and said.

No wonder the old man was reluctant to say it directly, and smiled apologetically to the old man. It was very rude to force him to say that a kind-hearted girl could not get into the profession of her mother. The old man was the kind who thought about others very much.

"Is the prostitute's daughter?" I called me. "She is indeed a very pious and kind girl. That little Jin Kerry should have donated it. I saw her throw another one in just now. The Gals have their own way of survival. Maybe what she needs is not mercy for her background. You just need to pray that this good girl can live healthily and happily. Do you think, old man? You have been moved by that girl's mother before? It must be very tempting, right?"

"Well..." The old man lowered his head and thought for a while, not knowing what he was thinking. "You are right!" After a while, the old man finally made a summary! It seemed that he didn't hear the last sentence I said clearly.

"Right, right! Hehe, then I'll leave first!" He handed the basket of eggs to his hands, picked up the roll of parchment, found a few nails on the back desk and walked out.

Continue to humming my little tune and walk out of the church...

"Mr. Han!" A figure jumped out from behind the large statue at the entrance of the church.

Wow, I was startled and made a gesture of "dynamic light wave" in a conditioned reflex.

It turned out to be Livia and Malin, the girl. Before she left, why are she sneaking away from the church door?

Put down your hand and return to normal "It turns out it's Ms. Marlene, why haven't you left yet? Is there anything wrong?"

Marlin smiled embarrassedly, "Scared you?"

"Nothing!" This cannot be admitted. It depends on why this girl came out and looked so shy in the church. Is it because of her personality split or whether the church has some magic. I turned around and carefully observed the church's vestige again.

"Are you going to the city to post a notice?" Malian asked as she walked and stared at the parchment on my hand.

"Yeah! Yes!" He pulled out one and handed it to her. He tried not to look at her face or body. The girl was also beautiful and shining with golden light, afraid that she would flash her eyes.

Marlin took it happily and looked at it... "Ha! The handwriting is so beautiful!" said as she looked at her excitedly. It seemed that she was a passionate and energetic girl. But after reading it for a while, she handed it back to me and said regretfully: "But I don't know the words..."

"..." Why are you so excited to read without knowing the word? While muttering, you have to explain patiently to her: "What this says is that the church will give food to the poor in the square the morning after tomorrow, and it will end in the evening." The rest are all nonsense like the kindness of the Father, so I will tell her the key points directly.

"Is that so good?" Marlene looked even more excited than before. "Can I help you then?" She blinked her big eyes and looked at me expectantly, feeling that if she rejected her, it would be the biggest sin.

"It should...it should be OK!" I confused me vaguely, and the old man probably wouldn't mind.

"?!That's great..." Marlene jumped happily.

I glanced at the outskirts of my eyes and seemed to see Malin's chest beating up and down. I didn't dare to turn around and stare. If I turned around, I was afraid that my nose would suddenly spurt one or two hundred milliliters.

After coming here, I always lived the same as an ascetic as an old man. If I met the girl on the first day, I would reveal that the nature of a hungry wolf was not very good. This girl is a devout and kind believer, the old man's parents, the kind of food and clothing, and the kind of person who is the most generous in his actions, so I can't be too rude. Otherwise, after the image of the old man's church was left in front of the girl, I would not have that little gold. I have to continue to pretend to be hypocritical, hehe, in fact, I am the Lord Floro.

It took nearly half an hour to walk into the city. First, I went to the near the tavern, first nailed the notice, and then went to the square. Malin didn't leave, and insisted on helping me. Wherever I laid the notice, she was next to her. She said the notice wherever I laid the notice. She would go to wherever I laid the notice. Well, I was lazy to repeat the contents on the notice with those people again and again. This girl seemed to have endless energy.

"Bang...bang..." He took the stone picked up by the roadside and smashed it on the nail, nailing the notice.

"Bang bang...bang bang...bang bang...bang bang..." At this time, the other side of the square cooperated with the sound of my smashing sound, and stopped and looked at it. It was an uncle who was tinkering with the pot on his repair stall. It seemed that he was also a Calder.

Marlene waved happily to him and said hello.

"Hey, Livia, dance a bit!" The uncle smiled and slapped the pot while raising his head lightly at Marlin, signaling her to dance their dance.

"Okay!" When Malin heard the rhythm, she immediately rushed to the center of the square to stand, and her expression suddenly changed, becoming proud and proud. She slowly stretched her hands over her head, then her right hand suddenly lowered her skirt and threw it behind her. With the help of other Gals' applause, she stepped on the drum beat (or pot spot) and began the enthusiastic and unrestrained flamenco dance.

The Gals are indeed natural artists, anytime and anywhere. This is the first time I have seen a living life when I grow up. No, it should be the live version of the flamenco dance. This kind of dance atmosphere can easily infect others. Before I knew it, I put down my things in my hand and slapped the rhythm. Malin is also very good at driving the atmosphere around me. From time to time, he turned to the onlooker while dancing and stepping on the dance steps. He gently picked his chin with his fingers. The young man teased by Malin all made a shy blushing face. The others onlookers followed him with a cheer. It was hard to tell that the little girl was not grown up, but her figure was hot, and she even learned a complete set of seductive skills.

Indeed, as Queen Sara Varas of Spain said, whether you listen with your eyes closed or look with your ears, you can feel it very strongly.

Finally, amid applause, Marlene ended this wonderful improvisational performance. Some people even put a few little Kerry on the ground one after another.

After watching this live version of Flamingo. Shuchang, I only have one word in my heart - enjoyment, what? "Excited" is two words? Please care about me! The common term "Excited" is just one word.

Marlene picked up the coins on the ground and took advantage of the crowds of people watching her dance and quickly continued to talk to the people around her about the contents of the notice. This girl is so capable, much better than me who can only use stones to hit wooden boards.

When I finished it all, it was already dusk. I threw the stones in my hand as hammers to the side of the road and patted the dust on my palms.

"Miss Marlin, it's all done. I have to go back to the church. If I wait late, I'm afraid I won't see the road when it gets dark. Where are you?"

"Yeah! Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Han! Then go back quickly. I'll go back with Uncle Moore, who is making up the pot later!" The girl always used honorific words to me, probably because in their opinion, those who are related to monks or know words are all big names.

"Okay, then I'll leave first! Goodbye"

"Please leave, goodbye, Mr. Han!" Malin bowed to me again.

Hehe, I felt good to be regarded as a big shot, so I left the square happily. When I turned the corner, I stopped and looked back at her. The girl was giving the little Kerry she had earned from dancing to the little kids around me.

"Haha, is the * version of Esmerada?" he muttered gently in Chinese. Marlin also saw me, and raised his right hand and waved his goodbye to me.

What an interesting girl, she waved her hand to return the gift, then shook her head and crawled into another street...
Chapter completed!