Perhaps, in that turbulent era, not long after World War II, at the dawn of the alternation of old and new, there was still a bourgeois gentleman called "Master". An unremarkable French apartment, living in comfortable luxury, hysterical masters, wives, young masters, upstairs in a dark and narrow corner, sojourn maids who escaped the Spanish Civil War. The story begins, a young and lively girl with sharp eyes, came to her aunt as a helper, and began her life as a maid. Perhaps, my lord, it never occurred to me that this young maid would make him feel sad and pity for the sake of the maids, and even quarrel with his wife. Life is like a dark street corner, always waiting for the day when the sun shines, taking the opportunity to sprout and blossom with the power of the savings. The master approached step by step, making her feel like a spring breeze, but it aggravated her sadness. With tears in her eyes, she came: "There was once a master who promised to marry me as his wife, and then I gave birth to an heir for him, but cruelly abandoned him. You will not understand how the commoners in Spain are living under the civil war. "For the first time, his heart trembled, and he couldn't stop her from leaving. A few years later, he drove his car through the streets and alleys of Spain, through the dust, and came to her hometown, waiting for her to look back and fall in love.
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