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Fincil Nagy lives in a single-parent family who lost her mother, and it is said that her mother died at a very early age, so Fincil did not taste much maternal love and was spared the pain of losing her loved ones.

Fenciel's father was an alcoholic and a heavy drinker. It is not known when this habit was formed, some say that it was after the death of his wife, but others disagree with it, believing that he was a prodigal person before marriage.

This man originally worked as a sous chef in a restaurant, but was fired by the hotel owner after drinking alcohol. But the man did not repent, and instead of looking for a job, he continued to drink heavily, and finally had a car accident last year, was admitted to the hospital, and finally died.

Because of the strike of the only elder and male in the family, little Fincil began to work to support the family since she was a child, worked as a waitress in the catering industry, housekeeping, sold flowers, picked up old newspapers, and even stole Uncle John's bread a few times when she was so hungry that her head was dizzy, but then she had a troubled conscience and smuggled some money back.

Queenstown supports children to work to earn money, and Fencil is busy for a few springs and autumns, and although her life is hard, she can barely make ends meet.

Since the loss of her mother, Fenciel's memories of life have been in this rhythm—going out to work and coming home to pack her father's things...... Cooking, because she hasn't enjoyed many lazy and sweet days, little Fencier has no complaints about her current life.

In fact, the simple Fencier once thought very optimistically that after she became an adult at the age of eighteen, she would marry someone and find a husband who could not be too bad, of course, it was best to love herself, and Fencier thought that she would also try to love him, think about him in everything, and work hard to make money...... As for the alcoholic father...... That can't be lost, after all, it's the one who gave birth to him, and when the time comes, he will be brought home, but he can't be allowed to drink anymore......

Later, when she grew up and became an adult, Finch realized the naivety of this idea, so she was disappointed for a while, and finally accepted the helplessness of life.

has lived a light life for more than ten years, although it is occasionally very bitter, and there are times when there is no food, but there is always a father by his side, and there is a family, although the man's character is not good, but these make Fencier feel down-to-earth and warm...... I have a family after all......

Later, the man became a drunkard, had a car accident, and was admitted to the hospital, and the family's small savings were quickly spent.

Fenciel tried to borrow money from neighbors, co-workers, and bosses, and at first gained some money, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the cost of medicine.

Fenkier, who has been in contact with society since childhood, is independent-minded and once wanted to ask the driver for medical expenses, but the driver fled immediately after hitting someone, and the man who was drunk and had a car accident actually did not see the other party's vehicle, let alone the license plate number.

But the man did need money to be hospitalized, and after the car accident, the man was unconscious and his body did not stabilize.

Feintel had borrowed money from a number of banks, and although she was sympathetic to her plight, the banking industry was not a charitable organization, and with Feincher's family background, background, and work situation, no financial institution would be willing to lend her money.

Later, the girl who could do almost anything in order to borrow money heard that the wolf side could borrow money, but it was only a loan shark, and the other party was also a local black organization.

Fenzil didn't care about that, as long as she had money to borrow, to heal the man, and to be burdened with some arrears, she didn't care. In fact, after borrowing, Fincier also worked hard to make money, almost three part-time jobs, and quite repaid some money, but usury and such things ......

The matter of money is still secondary, and the most sad thing for the girl is the failure of the hospitalized man to rescue him, which almost collapsed Fenciel's worldview, she was numb for many days, lying on her back at home, not going to work, thinking in her heart, her father died, and the family collapsed......

Although the man is not good, he is a relative after all, although I don't know how the person feels about him, but Fenciel is really happy to have such a relative - she has relatives, and this may be the only place where she can compare with a normal girl. Although I see each other's delicious and lazy, drunken madness, and occasionally get angry, but after all, it is my own relatives......

When her mother died, Fenzil was too young to feel much. The family is poor and needs to get up early and go to bed late by herself...... But now, even the only relative has been lost, and the woman thinks like this, and gradually cries.

It had been three months since he had paid the wolf, and Fenciel occasionally remembered this, thinking that man must live, forcing himself to work, and then he fell ill.

The sick woman was lying on the couch with a thin blanket draped over her body and her legs curled up. She was thin and thin, but tall and tall, and she was a very beautiful person.

She hadn't eaten lunch, her head hurt so badly, her cheeks were hot, and she thought she had a fever. She thought about it for a moment, and then fell asleep again.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun's rays from the westerly slant entered the room through the window. The woman's blanket on the sofa is half-off, revealing a delicate collarbone and a neckline that is slightly open due to the onset of the disease.

Fenciel woke up with a 'bang', and she held her head on her hand for a while, and finally got dressed and decided to eat something.

After looking around in the kitchen, I didn't find any usable pieces of food, and there was no rice at home.

She put on her shoes and eventually decided to go out to eat.

The light close to dusk is just right, with a little bit of sunset red, sprinkled on the body warm, warm, like a very small and soft touch in memory.

After eating a noodle at a corner restaurant, Fenciel touched her head.

The temperature on her forehead was a little higher because she had just eaten, but compared to the previous muddy, Fencier felt a little more refreshed. She thought about it for a while, and felt that she should save some money, so she dismissed the idea of buying medicine.

The restaurant in front of me is doing good business, and at some special times, such as when commuting, commuting or on vacation, there will even be a situation where the number of tables is in short supply and there are no seats available for shared tables.

The reason for this is not because of the beautiful decoration or the skill of the chefs, but simply because of the cheap prices - there are still many poor people in Queenstown.

Fenzil ordered a scallion oil with noodles, and after eating a small half bowl, she couldn't eat anymore. She was unwell and had grief in her heart, so she lost her appetite and finally settled the bill and was ready to leave.

But no sooner had she walked out of the store than a shout from behind her caught her attention.

"Hey, that girl......"

He had just shouted this when he heard the waiter in the greasy black culottes behind him trotting over and shouting, 'Sir, sir, your face money?' ’

The young man, who looked to be underage and dressed plainly, touched his body for a while, then patted his head, as if he had thought of something, and suddenly realized, 'Oops...... Forgot to ask the guy for money...... I'll have someone bring it to you at night, and I still have something to do...... Don't pull me...... The girl ......'

The scene made Fencier laugh dumbly, and her dull mood due to the loss of her father and loan sharks eased a little.

The scene in front of me seems to be familiar, in fact, there are a few times a month with this kind of cheeky guy who eats the overlord's meal, and the excuses he makes are all kinds of strange, such as forgetting to bring money, I ate flies in your meal, etc., and so on.

Maybe it was because he had no money or was just simply lazy, and the boy never came up with the payment for the pasta.

The woman looked at the quarrel in front of her with pure kindness, and the young man pulled out his arm from the waiter's pull, and shouted at the woman again:

“…… The girl ......"

Fenciel coughed lightly, felt it, and noticed that her head was slightly dizzy, and she looked left and right, and finally made sure that the boy's mouth said that 'that girl' was herself.

'Probably let me help me get out,' the woman thought.

Feinkiel is kind by nature, she has not seen many big scenes, and she is not skilled in intrigues, so she thinks that since the other party is so poor, she should help her somewhat.

In fact, there was a particularly difficult time in the family when her father was still alive, when Fenciel was too young to do much, so she took the family's handkerchief and pencil and went out to beg.

At that time, there were many well-wishers who kept Fenciel alive until now. She still remembers those who helped her, but after a long time, her impression is blurred compared to the beginning.

To this day, though, Fencier sometimes misses these people in her spare time. She still remembers an old man who liked to drag his grandson to buy groceries, who would drag the basket to the supermarket at seven o'clock in the morning, and would come back in fifteen minutes at most, and when he was in a good mood, he would give Fencier some money......

More than ten years have passed, but I don't know what happened to the old man and his grandson.

Fenzil thought about these things, and was pulled back to reality by the noise in front of her.

In this kind of third-rate restaurant, there will be things like eating overlord meals, and there is no shortage of more rude coping methods corresponding to it.

Fenciel looked at the boy in front of her, who was about sixteen or seventeen years old, but finally couldn't sit idly by. So, before the boy was about to say again, 'I know that girl,' or something even more ridiculous, Fenciel herself spoke.

"Oh, Jon, how did you end up here......

Who's the guy next to you, oh my gosh, is it because you didn't pay for the meal, I told you many times to remember to bring money when you're out and about......"