This was Alexei's 31st day in the monastery.

He couldn't even imagine that he could hold on to one place for so long.

But Martha ensured him a minimum level of food and clothing, and let him study with the orphans adopted by the church, which was difficult to do.

And Martha woke him up every morning, accompanied him to clear the snow, and secretly stuffed him with some small snacks, small gifts made by herself, or something.

Alexei's monotonous days had one more routine: wrapping up Martha's shawl, listening to her while she was clearing the snow, and chatting with her.

The little boy yawned, why didn't Martha look for another child.

"My family is one of the best in the whole monastery, with a big fireplace, a separate study and bedroom, and I still have snacks to eat at home." Martha was keen to talk to Alexei about her family, the harmony of her parents, and the ease of life, which was enough to make her feel satisfied.

But the boy was generally silent about it, and Martha easily understood it as his disbelief in it.

"You don't understand, I gave up my comfortable life to suffer in church, after all, I have a devout heart for God, besides, with me praying for my parents, they can live more well, and I don't leave them forever."

Alexei thought to himself, I didn't say I didn't believe it.

But Martha's cheerfulness and vitality seem to have been shown only in the early morning when she was working alone, and once she entered the church, she became reticent.

Alexei finally discovered this difference one day, why did she always work alone? Why did she stop saying her hopeful words when she entered the church, even if there was no one else there?

Only once did Martha reply with great speed, "This is a sign of respect for our Father." ”

In recent days, even when Martha was working early in the morning, she had become less and less talkative, and sometimes she did not even call the boy to get up and accompany her.

After the evening prayers, Alexei did not go to sleep, but sneaked out of the dormitory and saw Martha alone, kneeling in the cold prayer room, her hands folded, and her body shaking.

Alexei thought, on such a cold day, you must not shiver with cold on your knees. He walked over and pulled La Martha.

The candles in the prayer room had long since been extinguished, and Alexei couldn't see the look on Martha's face clearly, but was suddenly hugged tightly by her.

He suddenly felt that this girl, who had been smiling, always caring for all beings, gentle and kind, was giving him a heavy hug at this moment.

The boy unconsciously hugged her back, "Sister Martha, it will be warmer this way." ”

This sentence was like the afterglow of a flame extinguished, not enough to warm the huge prayer room again, so Martha hugged Alexei for a long, long time, and finally, without saying a word, took him by the hand and sent him back to the dormitory, along the way, even when the nun in charge came by, she did not greet or explain why the boy had run out.

This was the end of Alexei's 31st day here, but on the 32nd day he had overcome his laziness, got up early, and ran to the door, but there was no frying nun there who was sweeping the snow.

There was a new porter in the church, and the old man was unchaining the door, and he said to himself, "The snow has stopped, and I hope spring will come soon." ”

Alexei had a gut feeling that something bad was happening that he didn't know about.

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In Martha's absence, the boy finally felt that he was still lonely, and that he was still unsociable among the children in the church.

First of all, he was nicknamed "white-haired ghost", which was called by the nun who taught them, and when the nun saw him, she prayed repeatedly, saying that the gray hair was ominous and was the devil's punishment, and the children naturally avoided him when they saw the boy.

Alexey remembers that when Masha washed his hair, she only said that it was the effect of albinism, and that his hair was the color of snow, and that it was not very strange to wear this face.

He realizes that he misses Martha very much, and the little nun has always hoped that he can call her sister obediently, but he always calls her Martha, which makes her a little unsatisfied.

He suddenly wanted to call her "sister" again.

As soon as Alexei thought of this, he threw down the wooden spoon that scooped the soup, walked firmly to the housekeeper, and bowed very respectfully.

Seeing his attitude, the old nun did not say anything sharper, but remained silent.

Alexei looked up, now he was fluent in French, "God bless you, Mama, may I inquire where Sister Intern Martha has gone?" ”

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"Martha...... That diligent child is also a child who is not favored by God. ”

"The house is dilapidated like that, and it blows every day...... Ahem, it's so religious, but it's a pity, the sins of their family. ”

Alexei was running through the gloomy streets of Paris, his ponytail dangling behind his head, and once he stopped, and through the alley, he saw another street brightly lit, with a dazzling array of nobles and gentlemen, and richly decorated carriages.

It's just a street away. Immediately his feet moved again, and he should have come out to find Martha on the day she left.

The family is too poor to live, and the family sends her to church, what is the sin?

Just to keep her alive.

But why go back?

Because my sister who sold her body to live was beaten to death by a drunk on the street?

Because there is still a young brother at home who is struggling with illness and no one to feed him?

Because both father and mother died in poverty?

So, Martha, who was originally protected by her family, had to take responsibility?

But what can she do? She was only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl......

Because in order to survive, the family gave up their innocence and innocence, is it a sin?

Stopped in a narrow and chaotic street, the moonlight was hazy on the cheap rented houses piled high with miscellaneous items, and he found a tavern in a hidden location with the characteristic description of the old nun's words.

As soon as he approached the door, the men's rough laughter came from inside the wooden door, and this laughter sounded heavy to Alexei, and it shook his head.

This was not the place where Martha should have been, she was more suitable for that simple but warm church than the old nun.

He pushed the door in, and it was crowded, just enough to accommodate the skinny boy, and the cloudy-eyed men and women only looked at him and went on with their business, except for a few slightly younger people who looked at the little boy and smiled numbly.

Alexei's view was blocked, and he pushed aside the people to search for the Martha.

Looking around, the wandering singer in the tavern changed tunes one tune after another, the smiling woman moved around the small space, and the man poured a sip of wine into his mouth.

Alexei was tired, he stood up, looked at the brightly dressed and cheap-looking woman in front of him, and covered his mouth and nose.

He just wanted to come and take a girl who didn't belong here.

Just as he was a little dizzy from fatigue and hunger, a figure that had been writhing on the sticky floor grabbed him violently.

The boy looked up and saw Martha, who was wearing makeup and obviously her sister's clothes, her eyes wandering and the corners of her mouth downturned, losing the certainty and confidence she had once had in the church.

Alexei watched the surprise and astonishment that flashed across her face, and quickly changed disgust and dodge, and suddenly felt as if he was wrong.

He shouldn't have been here, he should have kept the best last thing Martha had left him.

Martha left behind the passers-by who were still socializing just now, and the idea of settling all this with a large amount of money, and led the boy out of the hot tavern and into the cold street.

Alexei just kept shouting, "Sister, I'm sorry. ”

Martha didn't know how to describe her feelings, and when she saw his gray hair, she felt as if she had changed back into the pure girl who worked hard in the church, but when she saw the clarity in the boy's eyes, she realized that she could never go back.

She was just wooden, looked at the air and said, "This street is very dirty and messy, don't come again, there are also children who are trafficked." ”

Alexei nodded, "Sister, I want to go to your house to see." ”

Remembering the fantasies she had given him about a good life in the church, Martha sneered, took the boy by the hand, and left the tavern.

She climbed the stairs with Alexei, took the key from a gap in a wooden plank, opened a crumbling door, and saw the clothes of what was apparently an adult man hanging on the balcony, Alexei understood that Martha was now living on that man.

"My brother is dead." She said expressionlessly, pushing the boy in gently and closing the door behind her.

Alexei was as calm as she was, and said, "Sister Martha, take a rest at home." ”

He saw that Martha was still in place, and reached into his pocket, and he wanted to say that he had taken something to the orphans of the church, and had swindled some money from them......

But the back suddenly lit up, and a rough voice fell with the strong smell of wine, "Martha, what did you pick up and come back?" ”

Alexei didn't look back immediately, but watched in amazement as Martha's thin shoulders shrunk, the protruding cheekbones on her face became more and more obvious, and her widening eyes were full of horror.

As soon as the boy was about to turn around, the belt was pulled down hard.

Martha screamed, "Mr. Art, you're drunk again!" Leave us alone! ”

Alexey touched his face with his hand, slimy, is this blood?

He's crossed half a continent, and he's never been beaten up like this!

A nameless anger surged higher and higher in his heart, and during the time he was stunned, Martha protected him and took a lot of beatings for him.

Mixed with the girl's helpless cry, what can make her not give up such a lowly life, is just the desire to stay in this world.

How many times did Martha pray to God after she left the church?

Alexei could hear her crying and saying, "I only have you as a 'brother'......"

The boy's eyes, which had been dim in the dark, suddenly burst into golden flames.

He grabbed a loose stool, easily removed its legs, and quickly broke free of Martha's embrace, and circled the man with lightning speed, so that no one could see how the thin boy jumped up and smashed the wooden bar on top of the man's head.

The strong man who was still violently just now, rolled his eyes, lost consciousness, and was about to fall to the ground heavily, Alexei hurriedly half-knelt down, trying his best to drag the man and slow down the momentum of his fall.

He didn't understand how he could be so skilled.

Forgetting the pain of the old and new wounds on her body, Martha sat still, then sprang to her feet and probed the man's snort.

The man was motionless.

"Dead? My God! Martha blurted out that the word God was in her mouth, and it was no longer what it had meant at the beginning.

"Dead!" Martha chuckled under her breath, and quickly lowered it again, she looked at Alexei, and she didn't have the heart to wonder how this boy in his early teens had killed someone, and what to do now?

Waiting for the police to come and arrest her? She didn't do it this time, she didn't want to go against the grain anymore.

She took Alexei's hand, picked up the wooden stick, hit the man a few times, exhaled, turned her head and smiled at the boy, "Alexey, let's go make money!" ”

Martha's face once again appeared pure, happy smile, she ran to the bedroom, opened the man's usual locked box, inside were a dozen brand new guns and ammunition, Martha also turned out some contact information, and even a small amount of coins.

In the early hours of the second day of the snowy winter of 1914, a heating unit in the slum fell into disrepair, and the fire was rife, killing and injuring a considerable number of people.

In the winter of 1914, on the night of the second day of Xueqing, a young girl relied on her strength and the mysterious killer around her to establish her own power in a foreign hardcore.

The girl is known as Martha, which means "bitter and rebellious woman", and her methods are ruthless and ferocious, and as she grows up, she becomes more powerful and dangerous than the vicious helper around her.

As long as you can survive and make a deal, there is no order that Martha can't place.