Flowers, Swords and France

When Charles got home in his carriage, the wine he drank with Andrei Bezukhov, the playboy, had completely evaporated. .

Under the influence of the wine, he felt dizzy and stumbled along the wall to get back to his room. Although he tried his best to avoid it, he still made a few noises. He smiled bitterly and prayed not to wake anyone up.

After returning to the room, he lay on the bed and didn't want to move because he was really tired. He planned to sleep first and take care of himself tomorrow.

Just when he was already drowsy and about to fall into a deep sleep, there was a slight sound at the door.

What was it?

The last ray of clarity made him wonder, was it a mouse?

However, mental exhaustion made him not interested in getting up to take a look.

Forget it, forget it, sleep first.

He finally said to himself and planned to continue his interrupted sleep.

However, what happened next made his plan come to nothing.

A rustling sound of footsteps rang in his ears. Although the person concerned was obviously consciously controlling his footsteps, the sound became clearer and clearer, and gradually aroused Charles's consciousness, which was about to sink to the bottom of the valley.

"Who?" After asking in a muffled voice, he struggled to open his eyes.

After asking, a flash of light suddenly flashed through his long-slow brain.

Besides that person, who else would sneak into his room at this time?

Then. With the moonlight, he quickly saw the person coming.

As he expected, his sister Fran was standing by the bed. Looking at him quietly.

She was wearing a thin cashmere pajamas. It was obvious that she had just gone to bed. She came out of the room after hearing the sound of his return home.

Wait... something seems wrong... what is she doing in my room in the middle of the night?

"Flan...?" Charles asked in a low voice. He was still a little drunk, so his mind was not as flexible as usual.

And Fran was still standing at the head of the bed, without answering his question.

The cold moonlight fell into the room through the window, making everything seem as clear as the morning. But nothing could be seen clearly. Under the moonlight, Fran's eyes were clear and had an indescribable meaning. He was completely unpredictable. Her hair, like a waterfall, was scattered behind her head, and it was slightly golden in the moonlight. At this moment, the girl was like a still portrait in Charles' eyes. For a moment, he was stunned.

However. In this seemingly still picture, the projection of the golden hair in the moonlight was trembling slightly, telling Charles that his sister's mood at the moment was obviously not as calm as it seemed.

In this wonderful and beautiful scene, Charles was speechless for a long time. The brother and sister just looked at each other quietly, and everything returned to the silence before.

After a while, Charles finally woke himself up from his intoxication.

"Flan, what's wrong?" Although there was still a hint of blame in his tone. But he was not angry at all - because he saw such a rare beautiful scenery, his mood became a little comfortable. He was not angry because his sister suddenly broke into his room.

After all, he was actually used to his sister's uninvited visits.

Over the years, how many times has this happened?

When he was thinking about this question, he suddenly felt a dull pain in the back of his head, so he wisely gave up the idea of ​​investigating it.

After hearing Charles' repeated question, Fran still did not answer, but gently stretched out her hand.

Under Charles' astonished gaze, these hands slowly stretched out until finally, they touched his skin. Then, the slightly cool touch gradually slid from the forehead to the cheek.

What happened?

Under his sister's rare intimacy, Charles' heart was full of doubts, and even a little bit of surprise. Because, Fran's behavior was something he had almost never seen before.

He quickly cheered up, raised his body and tried to force himself to sit up, while asking questions.

"Fran, what's wrong with you? Are you in trouble? Don't worry, tell me everything, I will help you solve it!"

However, what happened next was more and more beyond his expectations.

Following his momentum to raise his body, his sister suddenly pulled him with both hands and took him into her arms.

In this way, Charles was inexplicably hugged by his sister.

Fran's thin cashmere pajamas obviously could not block the touch on his face. It was this sudden touch that made Charles regretfully admit that his sister had taken another big step forward in her development.

However, now is not the time to pursue such things!

Because he suddenly felt a drop of hot and wet liquid falling on his face, and then another drop, and another drop...

Is she crying? Who the hell did this!

After a moment of confusion, Charles finally regained full consciousness under this strong stimulation. He ignored the pain in his head, mustered up the remaining strength, broke free from his sister's arms, then sat up heavily and leaned against the back of the bed.

"What happened? Who bullied you? Tell me!" Charles asked sternly, looking at Fran with tears on her face.

"I thought you wouldn't come back, sir..." Fran closed her eyes slightly under her brother's stern gaze, and finally spoke the first sentence.

What does this mean? Charles couldn't help but frown slightly.

The original text is in the six # 9 @book/bar!

"I have some things to do today, and I have to meet friends, so I came back late, sorry." He answered casually, and then forced himself to smile, "But don't worry, your brother is now very sober and ready to go through fire and water for you, as long as you give the order! Tell me, Miss Treville, what happened that made you come to my room so late to tell me?"

Under this deliberate teasing, Fran still did not calm down, and still looked like she was about to cry.

"Do you always have so many things to do now?" She asked back with a tearful tone. "You always leave early and come back late... It's hard to see you... Have you forgotten your home? I've been waiting for you for a long time today. If I don't come to see you now, you will run away again early tomorrow morning!"

"I have to do my own things!" Under his sister's complaints, Charles had to accept with a smile, and then took the opportunity to change the subject, "But don't worry, I can always make time for you. Now you can make your request... Just say, as long as I can do it, I will do it."

"Will you listen carefully? You will definitely not be perfunctory?" Fran looked up at Charles.

"Sure!" Charles answered firmly.

"Okay..." Fran lowered her eyes slightly, and then finally said her request, "Didn't you ask me to learn how to manage household expenses before? I have been learning recently, although you definitely don't know..."

"Isn't it obvious that you asked to learn it before?" Charles was about to ask back, but immediately realized that something was wrong, and immediately stopped talking, letting his sister continue.

"... those account books and documents are too difficult, I can't understand them all at once, and no one is willing to teach me... until now I still don't understand the income and expenditure situation, and Mary is powerless to help..." Fran's eyes were filled with tears again, "If this goes on, I can't help at all, sir!"

"Why do you have to help? Isn't it good to be a young lady who only spends money?" - Charles couldn't say such words now.

He could only answer - "Okay, this kind of thing is not something you can learn just by saying it, you don't have to be too anxious..."

"But, I'm not young anymore, I should learn this kind of thing too? Sir, do you really want me to know nothing? This is not good for me!" Fran glanced at him with some reproach, and then her tone added some ambiguous words "Even Charlotte knows something, there is no reason why I can't learn it!"

"Okay, okay..." Under the gaze of his sister, Charles finally lost the battle and sighed softly. "So, you came to me today because you had trouble taking over these matters and wanted me to help?"

Flan could say that name, but he didn't dare to repeat it again.

However, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not a big deal, and he was nervous for nothing.

Flan nodded gently, staring at Charles, with some inexplicable tension in her eyes.

"Sir, I know you are very busy. You are busy with various affairs and social activities all day long... But can you spare some time to teach your poor sister during this time, so that she can learn the skills to cope with life in the future?"

Charles deliberately kept silent for a while, whetting her appetite, and then saw that she was a little anxious, and then he spoke slowly.

"Of course, this is what I should do. I was negligent before, sorry!" He smiled again, "I will be free tomorrow, then I will teach you well! It is also a good thing for you to learn how to be a housekeeper earlier..."

"But, you are not allowed to cry at that time," Charles deliberately pretended to be stern, "reach out and pinch your sister's nose, your nose will become ugly if you cry all the time!"

"Okay, I will! Thank you, sir!" A trace of joy flashed across Fran's face, and then she suddenly walked forward again and buried her head in Charles' arms.

Eh? Is it necessary to be so nervous? Charles was a little surprised, but in the end he still smiled, reached out his hand, and gently stroked Fran's hair.

"Brother, so, you will not leave me alone?" The person in his arms suddenly asked in a low voice.

"No, absolutely not, don't worry." )