Chapter 11 part two an interesting job

After delivering the goods for a month or two, I went to the binding workshop for a trial run!My first job immediately delighted me: bookbinding. There are things in the book that make me blush. It's like a bird is flapping its wings between my legs, but it can't fly! I felt that there seemed to be a small heater there, emitting a steady stream of gentle heat. The heat slowly rose from the thighs and permeated the abdominal cavity! It was actually my turn to do this kind of work—a person who has been prone to heat between his thighs since he was a child. The second part is a strange family. Every Saturday, I go to the house of a friend who lives in rue Mouffetard and they sell flowers.On Sunday, everyone got up at five o'clock and went to the central market in Paris to buy cheap flowers.The flowers that fell into our hands were more or less sickly, so it took a lot of work.It has everything in it: wounded, withered, and incomplete. It's like a flower slum!Everyone work hard!

Soak this flower in pink water!Put a matchstick in that one to replace the missing stalk, and wrap the flower with short wire and green leaves.As soon as ten o'clock came, the whole family stood in front of Saint-Medard Church (Saint-Medard) to see who could yell the loudest. We stared at each other hard, convincing flower buyers that we were competing with each other. Everything went smoothly!The following Sunday, the customer changed the florist because they found messy stalks in the flowers. Because there are three girls, two boys, my grandmother and me in my friend's house.You see, it will take us a long time to lose all our customers!But I felt uncomfortable after all, knowing every bouquet's flaws perfectly, and knowingly selling them to female customers!Can take less risk!

When I meet a man, I can't help but scratch my head a little bit!It would be bragging to say that my sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks could attract their attention! Sometimes my illusions are shattered.How it hurts when someone looks at my profile and says, "Look, guys, look at this triangular cheese!" Indeed, my nose is very big, and my face is very thin, so the nose looks even sharper! Worst of all, I buy all my clothes at flea markets!I'm earning my face back in jewelry though!There are small combs stuck in every inch of my hair, and each comb is studded with colorful stones.Like me, I really seem to be a born peddler under the old walls of Paris!

I sleep with this big family on Saturday and Sunday! At the end of the yard was a large dark room.There are two large beds inside, and a mattress is placed on the floor.Sleeping in the same bed were: Lili, fifteen years old, a beautiful blonde girl; Mimina, twelve years old, a beautiful brunette; Zizi, four years old, a family snitch with scabies.On the mattress, three boys: seventeen, fourteen and eleven.In another bed, grandmother and parents. As for sanitation, it's out of the question...everyone thinks it's superfluous. The smell that got into my nose really made me choke!However, after five minutes, it's nothing, get used to it!

Grandmother cussed all night because the other side of the bed was festively lively and the bed frame and springs were moaning shamelessly, which of course she sensed was not normal!Grandmother, almost completely deaf, wondered what was going on.The next day, she questioned the kid.Although Zizi is only four years old, he has already become a turtle for her.He was, of course, interested in the sounds of the night... But he had to pay for it, two or four sous!And then my son would tell it all: the metal creak of the bed frame, Eve's giggle, Adam's roar of triumph!He imitated that scene with all his heart, and grandma seemed to be listening very enthusiastically. It must be that some distant memories have been brought back again.Then, Zizi innocently ran to his mother and said to her:

"Mom, let me tell you, my grandmother asked me about what happened last night. She asked me carefully, and she still wanted to give me money! You think, how could I be fooled by her. I will not make small reports for money. !" As a result, his mother gave him double the money.Of course it wasn't because she was afraid of losing face, she was afraid that her grandma would hear about cerebral hemorrhage! Zizi is a very independent little guy who likes to wander around and finally contracted scabies.As luck would have it, he passed it on to all of us, and everyone ended up scratching it non-stop!

When my mother found out about this, she took me to the hospital, gave me six sous, and asked me to hand it over to the nurse, "and let her rub it hard." I foolishly handed over the thirty centimes, not forgetting to say: "Mother told me that these six sous are for you to rub me hard." I just had an itchy belly button and she peeled me off from head to toe.Meanwhile, someone else sanitized my clothes and when they returned them to me they were in disrepair!Crumpled and stinking of sulfur, I look like a dog in a cesspit. I got on the subway and stood there with my legs spread apart. The ointment couldn't stand the heat, and it melted and dripped all over my body.And me, poking there motionless, like a kid with wet pants.I endured the disgusted eyes of other passengers, and everyone stood as far away from me as possible.

I was so ashamed that I couldn't even remember how I found the courage to move my feet and get out of the car when I got to the station. However, I have been compensated for my sins!I took a starch bath three times for free at Kaohyun Hospital.It can be said that in my teenage years, these three bathing experiences were extremely precious, like an unexpected luxury. To think that one must contract the poor man's disease, the shameful disease of the vagabond, before one's feverish skin can feel the comfort of bathwater! I'll let it all pour out, my heartache, my longing, my longing to be called "Mama"; because, I've never been allowed to be called "Papa."