[□□] The Parisian Girl

Recently I saw a World War II article that was similar to this article. Maybe I am too sensitive... Although the text is different, it feels like I took my copywriting template and modified it. The layout and some words are very similar, and even the expressions are very similar. Of course, maybe I misunderstood, but if you see it, it is really a reference to me. Please change it. I don't want to speculate maliciously, but the copywriting is similar, the male protagonist's name is the same, and the background settings are also similar. It's really hard for me not to think too much.

I hope they can have a happy ending. The French man is so speechless, and it's disgusting to sacrifice the women to the Americans in the end.

The writing is really good! It's been a long time since I've seen such a stunning World War II story.

Recommended to be paired with bgm: paradise Coldplay, あのへ Hisaishi Joe (just listen to the first half) "Andea——" She was running, trying to catch up with the figure in front of her, but she tripped and fell heavily to the ground. That figure had held her in his arms many times when she was most helpless, and gently patted her back to calm her uneasiness. But now, no matter how heartbreaking her screams are, that figure never looks back, and gradually moves away... "Marian? Are you okay?" She slowly woke up, her cloudy eyes struggled to focus, and finally saw the blond woman holding a microphone in front of her. Behind her, several men were playing with a camera. "How long have I slept? Please forgive me, but an old woman who is about to go to see God always sleeps so much." "In fact, you're in much better shape than you were a few days ago." The blond American woman put on a standard business smile, "Then, if you don't mind, we are about to set off. Our informant in Bremen has captured information about Andrea. Maybe this time the operation will not return empty-handed." Marianne raised her head and narrowed her old eyelids. ——The pushy American. 1944.11.21 That winter was not much warmer because of the liberation of Paris. ——In fact, victory never belongs to French women. When the Americans first arrived, Marian viewed them as saviors. She took it for granted that in the days to come, there would be no more damn invaders, only a life filled with the smell of burnt bread and mellow milk. While punishing the traitor, Marianne saw Andrea. She was so embarrassed that she collapsed there and asked for help, just like she had done to her countless times after her father died. - She ran away. With pleasure and guilt, excitement and panic. Later she never saw her biological sister again. The winter of 1944 was still very cold. She was walking on the street, worrying about how to get food, and inadvertently thought of Andrea back then. What was she thinking now? Now she needs to take care of the whole family, even though she hates to admit it. However, as she walked hungrily on the snowy streets, she once thought about the heavy burden on Andrea. Putting the scarf over her mouth and nose, Marianne picked up the bread in her hand and walked back quickly. Her dear mother was still waiting for her. They won, but their dear mother never smiled again for a day. Ridiculous and innocent, how could she think that "they" had won? ——In fact, victory never belongs to French women. Americans taught her this. There are 5 of them. He leaned drunkenly in the dark alley, waving to her and whistling. She panicked, started running, and was finally dragged into the cold and dark hell. Painful, cold. She cried loudly and asked the beast why. Some of them answered: "Because of you, how many people did we die in that Ardennes Forest? Since you ask others for help, you have to pay the price!" Women are once again being used as bargaining chips. After everything was over, she lay on the ground. After a long time, she slowly picked up the stained bread and moved it home. Andrea protected her so well that she couldn't even hide her thoughts. She told her mother everything. Mrs. Bertrand was silent for a long time, and finally a gap opened between her mouth, and a voice that made her whole body tremble came out: "At least they are not Germans." At least they weren't German, that was enough. Marianne cried, looking at her familiar yet unfamiliar mother. I don't know when, everything I was familiar with changed. She suddenly thought of Andrea again, and this time, her thoughts no longer felt as disgusting as seeing cockroaches. In order to live, they can become equally disgusting. Finally, one of those five Americans, a man named Henry. Instead, he proposed to her responsibly. They held a formal wedding after he was released from prison. Five years have passed since then. The mother put the veil on her and suddenly burst into tears. She knew who she was crying for. Then, another six years passed. Germany and France reconciled, she read the news in the newspaper. Some people sigh, some people are disdainful, and some people are in disbelief. Marianne and her mother hugged each other excitedly, and Henry looked at them with the same disdain she had looked at Andrea all those years ago. All the news was lost. Marianne knew nothing about that officer except that he was a Junker. However, there are too many Junckers in Germany. She wasn't even sure if he came back alive from Siberia or the Rhineland. Searched again and again, to no avail. Marianne knew that Andrea should be alive, she acted so strong every time, and she liked that person so much... However, Andrea evaporated as if she was tired of everything. When Mrs. Bertrand died on the hospital bed, she stroked her hair and shouted over and over: "Dear Andrea, you are back." She finally came to Bremen and set foot on the land of the former Hanseatic League. Behind her is a camera. She knew that the stupid show would definitely get a lot of stupid "big stuff" after this trip to satisfy the stupid audience. She took out Andrea's photo from her arms, and finally, a little boy screamed, igniting the flame of hope in this old body. She faltered, stumbled, and even left everything behind her. It's like going back to girlhood. This time she wanted to tell Andrea personally that her family had abandoned her, but still hoped that they could be reunited. Thank God, everything can be saved. This time, she won't run away, she will only hold her hand, her dear sister's hand. Finally she came to her. The young man in black clothes had green eyes that were just like hers. The woman next to her had those blue eyes that Marianne had seen in the person who had fascinated her sister. "You are late." The woman said with regret. "Dear mother Andrea thought of the agreement she made with Father Friedrich one day ago and has already set off on a journey that will never come back." Marianne fell to her knees in front of the tombstone. A few feet below the earth, her sister lay with the one she loved most. Andrea changed her husband's surname. Marianne looked at the photo on the tombstone - it was taken several years ago. Both of them were dressed up and looking at this side with a smile. He hugged her so tightly, it seemed like nothing could separate them. Marianne looked at the photo and felt like she was in another world. "Is she happy?" She asked. The woman softened her expression and said slowly: "Although it is a bit abrupt, in my memory, nothing can make our family's smile disappear." After that, she and the brother standing beside her looked at each other and smiled. Marian moved her lips: "That's enough." Then she turned her gaze to the tombstone, which was engraved with a round font that looked like something found in a fairy tale book: ——Mr. Friedrich and Miss Andrea finally found their home beside each other after being lost for many years. At night, Marianne lay on the rocking chair that her sister and brother-in-law had used countless times in the past, looking at the bright moon rising outside the window. She had never felt so peaceful. I would like to send you a moon and pray that your life will be filled with soft light.

Dare to admit one's own desires, and pretend to be righteous and noble, but if you look closely, how can the hatred of country and family be so simply summarized by me? This subject is really too thoughtful. I have always liked movies with this theme

Suddenly I have a question: Do the heroine's family have a regular source of income? Why doesn't the mother go out to find food? (I'm just asking without any malice) PS: Friedrich is so inspiring!

In the end, it was pretty miserable for these French girls.

The writing is really good, I feel like my heart has calmed down.

How long does it take to update? So beautiful!

①: Well, the main reason is that I don't know where Friedrich is from.