Chapter 224 Twenty Two in Book Three screaming child

The day after these things took place in the house on the Rue de Hospital, a boy, who seemed to come from the side of the Austerlitz Bridge, followed the parallel path on the right of the road to the Fontainebleau gate.It was dark at that time.The child was pale, skinny, wearing torn clothes and a pair of cloth trousers in February, but he sang hoarsely. At the corner of Little Bankers Street, an old woman was stooping over a rubbish heap in the backlight, when the child passed her, bumped into her, and stepped back, calling out: "Yo! I thought it was a very, very big dog!" His second "very big" comes in that viciously mean tone that is only slightly conveyed in large letters: a very big, very big dog!

The old woman straightened her waist, her face full of anger. "You brat with the iron shackles!" she murmured, "if I hadn't bent over, you'll see where I'd be kicking you!" The child is long gone. "My dear! My dear!" he said, "perhaps I'm not mistaken." The old woman's throat was blocked with hatred, and she straightened her back completely. The reddish light of the street lamp shone on her earth-gray face, revealing the shadows of bones and wrinkles all over her face, and the goose palm lines on the corners of her eyes stretched all the way to her. Mouth.Her body was hidden in the shadows, only her head appeared, like the shell of an elderly woman's face cut off by a gleam of light in the night.The child looked at her carefully and said:

"I'm not lucky enough to enjoy such a beautiful lady." He continued on his way, singing at the top of his voice: After singing these three lines, he stopped.He had reached the door No. 50-52, and found that the door was closed, so he kicked with his foot, loudly and violently, the force came from the pair of adult shoes he was wearing, not completely Because of his little human feet. At that moment the old woman whom he had met at the corner of Little Bankers Street came up after him, shouting and waving their hands. "What is it? What is it? God the Savior! The door is going to be kicked through! The house is going to be knocked down!"

The child kicked the door as usual. "Is this how people tend houses today!" She stopped suddenly and recognized the child. "What! So it's this devil!" "Oh, so it's grandma," said the child. "Hi, Mama Birgon. I'm here to see my ancestors." The old woman made a complex grimace, a clever combination of disgust, age, and ugliness, but it was a pity that no one saw it in the dark.She replied: "There's no one in the house, Maverick Demon King!" "Fuck him!" continued the child. "Where is my father?" "At Raffles."

"Yo! Where's my mother?" "At Saint Lazarus." "Okay! Where are my two older sisters?" "At Madeleinette." The child scratched behind his ears, looked at Birgon's mother and said: "what!" Then he turned on his heels and turned backwards, and in a moment the old woman was standing on the outside steps and could hear his clear young voice singing all the way to the elms shivering in the cold wind. up: