The next time I saw that mysterious girl was a month later.

The reason why they met again was surprisingly consistent: the punishment for standing.

Geronemo was fighting in class. But the priest who supervised the class in class actually punished him only and not Antonio, which was really abominable. While he was muttering to the corridor to stand reluctantly, he was surprised to see another person standing there.

It was the girl who rescued him that night.

She still had big braids and changed into clean clothes. She changed her previous sari outfit and wore a nun's robe with black and white, with embroidered patterns from the Monastery of Santa Monica and the Royal Hospital on the corners of her clothes.

In the bright light, Geronemo found her eyes beautiful gray-green.

The sudden encounter surprised both of them.

They stared at each other for a while, and finally, Geronimo broke the embarrassment: "Why are you punished to stand?"

"They think I'm stealing."

"Then did you steal?"

The girl shrugged disapprovingly: "That's not called stealing. It was mine."

"You steal-" Geronemo choked at the girl's blamed look and quickly changed his words, "Uh, what have you taken?"

"A book."

"What book?" His curiosity was aroused, "Show me?"

The girl looked at him suspiciously, as if she had some plans.

After a while, she took the initiative to speak, "Mum will definitely come and search later. I'll give it to you, and you hid it in a place that she absolutely cannot find."

The old nun's voice was already ringing across the corridor, and the girl handed over the book and urged, "Hurry up!"

Geronemo seemed to have taken a hot potato, which was not tucked in his arms, and it was too late to hide it under the tree.

The nuns were getting closer and closer, and in desperation, Geronimo pulled open his belt and stuffed the book into his crotch.

"My God—"

Amid the girl's cry of despair, a pair of old nuns with frown and furious eyebrows stood in front of them.

The two children immediately returned to their serious attentive posture.

The old nun in charge came to the girl's eyes, and the big mole on the tip of her nose almost poked her eyebrows: "Don't scream!"

Another nun, who was a little shorter, said, "Take out the things yourself!"

"Hurry up!" Seeing the girl ignore it, she was a little angry, "Or there would be no food to eat today!"

"I didn't take it." The girl said with confidence.

The two nuns looked at each other, walked to the sides of the girl one left and one right. Geronemo tactfully gave in to the distance.

As expected, they began to search their bodies and touched them all, but unfortunately they returned in vain.

As if unwilling to fail, the old nuns' suspicious eyes fell on the little boy next to them again.

Jeronimo forced himself to calm down to welcome their scrutiny, and cold sweat broke out behind him.

"On you?" The tall old nun stood coldly in front of him. She leaned over like an interrogation girl, but suddenly saw the belt and bulging crotch that Geronemo had not had time to pull up.

"Oh, God!"

She screamed as if she was so spicy that her eyes were so hot that she pulled her old sister and ran away quickly.

The victory came so suddenly that the two children had not recovered. After a long time, the girl sighed leisurely.

Geronimo looked at her timidly: "Are you a nun?"

"Of course not!" the girl glanced at him, "I don't want to become like that when I get old. It was my bastard uncle who brought me fostered in the monastery."

"Oh...I thought you...I thought you were..."

"I thought I was a wild child who no one raised?" She raised her eyebrows, "It's about the same."

The girl alertly opened her circle, and after confirming that there was no one around, she lowered her voice to the boy beside her: "Give me the book."

Geronimo took the opportunity to ask, "What's your name?"

Sure enough, the girl frowned and looked unwilling to answer.

"If you don't tell me, I won't return it to you."

"I can get it back myself!"

"You dare not!" Geronimo proudly put his hips on his hips, and the girl avoided it with disgust. After all, it was awesome, although it sounded a bit unconventional.

The two of them had a stalemate, and finally the girl was defeated: "Isabel."

"My name is Geronemo!" The little boy was very happy.

Isabel was not happy at all: "You said that day, my ears are good." She looked at Geronemo carefully again, "But I think you are lying. This is not your real name." She added, "You don't look like you would be born with a name. You are not Portuguese."

The girl's words reminded him. He suddenly remembered that he hadn't mentioned that name for a long time: "Yusuf, my father gave it to me." He was silent for a moment, "But the priest would not let me use the original name anymore. Now they all call me Geronimo."

"I'll just say it."

Jeronimo carefully tempted: "Don't you like your name?"

"Like you, they gave me this name. But I'm worse than you." She frowned in annoyance, "I forgot my original name. My mother called me that when she was a child, but I can't remember."

Geronemo did not continue to ask about her mother anymore, and naturally changed the subject: "Isabel, how old are you?"

"Ten years old."

"We're the same, I'll be ten years old next month."

"Then you still have to call me sister." Isabel urged, "Hurry, give me the book. You're talking so much."

Geronemo took out the book and handed it to her. Isabel took it to her, but threw it out as if it was scorched by fire charcoal: "Oh--it's still hot!"

"You urged me to give it to you as soon as possible." The little boy looked helpless and leaned over to pick up the book. He saw the cover of the language he didn't understand: "What is it printed?"

"French. But the original work was written by the Italians." After ensuring that the residual heat was gone, Isabel took the book and looked through it again. "My grandma said it was a banned book and was not allowed to be read. I finally got it."

Although he knew he couldn't understand it, Geronimo couldn't help but lean over and said, "What are you talking about?"

"Ten young people went to the countryside to hide from the plague, and they took turns telling stories every day. A total of 100 stories were told." The girl caressed the book cover, "It's fun, I'll lend it to you in the future."

"I can't understand French." He scratched his head and said sincerely, "Latin is so big."

"What's the matter? I can also speak Tamil and Hindi," Isabel rarely shows off his language talent to others. "I can also speak some Arabic and German, and Sinhala."

"Good...so amazing!" Geronemo was so shocked that he couldn't even close his mouth - you know that sometimes he was stuttering in Portuguese. "How did you learn to say so many things?"

Isabel smirked: "This is simple, start with the words of insulting people."

Geronemo couldn't believe it: "But where do people from so many countries come from to scold you..."

"No way-" she showed an incredible expression, "You haven't been?"

"where?"

"The beach of the Gelles River is next to the docks on the arsenal. There are prisoners who have been arrested from all over the world and sentry patrol every day." She blinked mysteriously at Jeronimo, "Come out of the wall on the north slope for a while and then arrive. If you are not afraid, take you to see it?"
Chapter completed!