Flowers, Swords and France

"Brother, why aren't you back yet? If you don't come back, you will be scolded to death by the readers!"

Fran stayed in her bedroom, complaining secretly about her brother in her heart, carefully choosing her words, and slowly writing replies to readers who gave her opinions or greetings to her brother.

After Ms. Adelaide relaxed in the countryside for a few days, she returned to the palace as originally planned, and the girls who accompanied her to relax also returned to their homes. In the past few days since she left home, the letters had accumulated more than before, making her spend more time answering them. She had been busy doing this in addition to going to school in the past few days.

However, in the girl's mind, this matter was nothing. The only thing that really bothered her was that one thing.

Charlotte, damn Charlotte.

The pen suddenly slid involuntarily, drawing an ugly curve on the white letter paper. Fran quickly threw the page into the wastebasket, then picked up a page of letter paper and started writing a reply again.

She didn't know why, but when she thought of this name, she couldn't help but feel an uncomfortable feeling in her heart. Especially since she learned that her brother claimed to be Charlotte's lover in front of Baron Beauvain's family, Fran's heart was filled with a feeling of discomfort. With extreme dissatisfaction and resentment, it almost reached the point of hatred.

However, this kind of dissatisfaction is still far behind compared to the worry about his brother.

Forget it, if my brother comes back, I will forgive him.

The girl said something to herself in her heart, and then continued to write on the letter paper.

………………

By the time Fran finished writing all the replies, her hands were already a little sore. She raised her head and looked out the window. It was already evening and it was almost time for dinner.

She put all these replies in a small box, then stood up and picked up the box, preparing to hand it to the servant and ask the servant to help deliver it to the nearby post office.

However, after Fran opened the door, she stood blankly at the door, staring straight at the young man in front of her. The box fell to the ground and the letters were scattered everywhere, but she didn't notice it at all.

"Fran, have you listened to grandpa recently?"

Still that familiar smile, still that deep voice.

Are you hallucinating? Are you dreaming? Are your eyes blurry?

Seeing Fran's surprised and motionless look, Charles couldn't help laughing. He reached out his hand and gently touched his sister's head.

"Why, don't you recognize your brother?"

This feeling is unmistakable, it is his brother.

"Fran, what's wrong?" Seeing that his sister was still motionless, Charles panicked, "Has something happened these days? Hey... don't cry! I'm fine!"

"Why did you come back now?!" Fran buried her head in Charles's chest and whispered, her words choked with tears as tears flowed from her eyes.

Charles had been carefully observing the area around his home several times recently, and only came back to take a look after making sure there was nothing unusual. Even so, he didn't plan to stay long, he just came back to take a look. He didn't expect his sister to react so violently, which was beyond his expectation and moved him very much - it seemed that his love for his sister was really not in vain...

"I'm just busy with some things recently..." Charles smiled and patted his sister on the back to comfort him, "Fran, don't worry, I'm fine."

After a while, Fran finally stopped crying and moved her head away from Ciel's chest.

Charles took his sister into her bedroom, then carefully closed the door, and then he and Fran sat on Fran's bed. Although Charles felt embarrassed in his heart, he concealed it well and asked Fran with a serious expression.

"Has anything strange happened at home recently? Or have you seen any strange people around?"

As if feeling her brother's solemnity, Fran frowned and thought for a long time, but finally shook her head.

"No, my classmates and I went out to relax with Ms. Adelaide two days ago, but the servant didn't say anyone came. Besides, the surroundings seemed to be the same as before..."

"Did you go out to relax a few days ago?" Charles felt a little strange.

"I told you before you left. Ms. Adelaide plans to relax in a castle in the suburbs. She invited a few of us to accompany her, and even asked us to paint pictures for her!"

"Oh, that looks like it, that's really good." Charles responded casually.

He was thinking about another thing at the moment - did Baron Bowen really not and did not intend to report him? That's really a good thing.

"Brother... I have something to tell you." Fran suddenly spoke.

"Well, what's the matter?"

"Laura, do you remember? The daughter of Baron de Beauvin. Madam, she also went with me to accompany me on this trip..."

It took Charles a few seconds to recall that the girl he met at the art exhibition that day was pretty good-looking.

Wait, Baron Beauvain's daughter?

"What happened to her?" Charles asked quickly.

"She talked to me and mentioned you." Fran lowered her head and looked at her hands. "She said that her father accidentally had a misunderstanding with you, and she also said that you can rest assured that their family will not Take it to heart. Brother, I heard she beat someone at her house. Why? "

There was a trace of reproach in the girl's tone, but there was great concern in this reproach.

Very good!

Charles completely ignored his sister's accusations, but focused on the words "Don't worry, their family will definitely not take it to heart."

"That's an idiot and deserves a beating. Did she say anything else to you?"

"She also said that her father was not unhappy with his previous offense and that he was interested in meeting you again to clear up this misunderstanding..."

"Is that so?" Charles nodded slightly, and there seemed to be nothing unusual about it. In fact, her heart was already full of joy at this moment, great!

He felt secretly glad that he was going home this time. It seemed that this trip home was worth it.

"I understand. You go back and talk to that... um, Laura... and tell her that I have received the news and am very interested in Baron Beauvain's proposal. I can talk to him again someday when I have time. Let’s meet again - but the place must not be his home anymore... Fran, this is very important, let me tell my brother.”

Fran listened to her brother's instructions quietly. Although she didn't understand what he meant, she still kept all his words in her heart without missing a word.

"Okay, I'll tell her." She nodded solemnly.

"Good boy!" Charles wiped his sister's head again, "I'll leave it to you!"

At this time, Charles remembered another purpose of returning home.

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He took out the fan that he half robbed and half bought from Mr. Carlyon, and then deliberately smiled at his sister in an exaggerated and showy tone and said, "Flan, look what brother brought you. ?”

After saying that, he intentionally waved the fan towards his sister.

"ah!"

Just as Charles expected, his sister's eyes seemed to be hooked as soon as she saw the fan.

"Is this... is this for me?!"

"Yes, it's yours now!" Charles said proudly, and then handed the fan directly to Fran.

Fran took the fan carefully, then took the fan into her hand, gently caressed the smooth and shiny black fan ribs, and then opened the fan bit by bit and saw the landscape painting on it.

"So beautiful! So beautiful!" The girl couldn't help but sigh.

Then she seemed to think of something and looked at her brother with a little reproach, "Is this an antique? Why did you buy such an expensive thing?"

"As long as you like it." Charles replied with a smile, "Don't worry, this is a counterfeit, not an antique, and it's not worth much. It's just a small gift. This is a gift from my brother."

Fran looked at the landscape painting on the fan carefully, not missing any detail.

"Even if it's not an antique, the workmanship and the paintings on it must be very valuable. How can you spend money so randomly..."

"I said, this is for you, just keep it and don't worry about it so much." Charles became a little impatient and interrupted his sister directly.

After hearing his "reprimand", Fran looked at her brother blankly, with tears suddenly flashing in her eyes.

This is my brother, this is the person who will care about me, take care of me, send me to the best painting classes, and try his best to find gifts for me. This is my brother...

"Flan, what's wrong with you?" Charles saw his sister's expression was a little strange and asked quickly. "Ah, I'm sorry, what I just said was a bit harsh, don't take it to heart, I just..."

The young man with short blond hair was looking at him, his expression gentle yet solemn, his eyes full of concern. He had obviously spent a lot of money to buy himself gifts, and he was still apologizing to himself.

As expected...as expected...still unforgivable.

Fran stretched out her hand and squeezed her brother's hand so hard that her nails dug into it.

"Laura told me that you wrote to her father claiming to be Charlotte's lover. Is this true?!"

"Did he even tell you this?" Charles exclaimed, and then couldn't help but become secretly angry at the banker. However, the most important thing right now is to deal with the current situation.

The piercing nails made Charles feel great pain, but his sister's expression was so serious that he did not turn away for a moment, but smiled awkwardly and guiltily.

"It's just a joke with them, don't take it to heart." Charles felt that there was no need to explain to her in detail why he did this, so he answered in the simplest way.

As for Charlotte's "deposit" and "remaining balance", he definitely didn't dare to say it...

"Is it just a joke?" My sister still looked very unbelieving.

"Absolutely!" Charles replied firmly.

Seeing that his sister was still doubtful about the letter, Charles decided to change the topic. He saw the letters scattered on the floor by the door.

"Fran, what is that? Why do you have so many letters, and you seemed to want to take them out just now?"

Now it was my sister's turn to be embarrassed.

Regardless of asking Charles, Fran quickly ran to the door, then squatted down and picked up the scattered letters one after another.

"Those are letters between me and my classmates. It's none of your business. I don't need your help to pick them up! Don't come over... don't come over!" (To be continued.)