Flowers, Swords and France

I am a time traveler.

Although it is strange to say this, I am indeed a time traveler - if a person suddenly reincarnates from 21st century China to 19th century France can be called a time traveler.

From the day I opened my eyes and found that I was no longer in the original world to today, sixteen years have passed, but I still can't figure out how all this happened.

Well, at this point, all this is no longer important. I have understood my current situation, accepted the reality that I can never go back, and wholeheartedly intend to live well in this new life.

Yes, I have accepted the new life, new identity, and new family. If a person still cannot accept all this after spending more than ten years, it would be too stupid.

Moreover, from an objective point of view, this new identity does not treat me particularly badly - the aristocratic family, although it has declined, at least has no worries about food and clothing, which is more important than anything else in this era.

More importantly, I have a very beautiful and cute sister. Really, super cute! A very beautiful blonde sister, obedient and cute, and blonde! Ah! Ah! Ah!

Apart from the fact that my parents are no longer around (which is not a big drawback in my opinion, but rather a convenience), at least I have not found any disadvantages in this new starting point of life.

If there is any drawback, it is that there is no convenient network and so many advanced electronic devices and entertainment in the 21st century - but after leaving them for more than ten years, I have already found other ways of entertainment that are in line with this era. For example, learning chess, fencing, and horse riding, etc., are not very boring.

In short, although I am a time traveler. Although I still remember my life before the time travel, I have been able to integrate into this new life, so...

I was sitting quietly in a chair writing furiously, when I suddenly felt a black screen in front of my eyes, and a pair of hands covered my eyes.

"Ha!" At the same time, I heard a scream from behind.

When I heard this shout, I knew who did it.

Obviously. She just took advantage of my concentration on the paper, tiptoed behind me, and then completed this prank.

"Charlotte... you made me unable to write!" I complained in a low voice. Slender and smooth fingers covered his face. It brought him a subtle tingling sensation.

"So what? Stop writing, let's go play together!" The other party immediately replied, but slowly loosened his hand.

I sighed secretly, then slowly turned my head. Looking at the smiling girl standing in front of me.

She is also a blonde. But she is not my sister, she is my cousin Charlotte de Treville. Although she is my cousin, she is only a few months older than me. From childhood to adulthood, we are more like close friends than siblings.

Anyone who has seen her must admit that she is very beautiful. Next, I will use the deconstruction technique I learned when I was learning painting. Show this duchess.

Miss Charlotte de Treville is slender and light. She walks sometimes dignified and steady, sometimes lively and frivolous, completely according to her heart. Her slightly long neck allows her to make a cute look of contempt and arrogance, and also makes her smile or implicit words have different meanings. At the delicate age of sixteen, she has both the childishness of a young girl and the charm of a girl; her slightly developed figure has made her bid farewell to her past immaturity, enough to play some high and low notes on the coquettish piano.

She has fair skin, bright red lips, a forehead as white as ice, and a very crisp and sweet voice. Her golden hair is as smooth as silk and combed into wavy curls. Her blue eyes and curved eyebrows make her face secretly arrogant even when she smiles. The mirror and the maid who helps her dress up have made her learn how to stare at you, look at you, or sneer, or smile gently, making that kind of arrogance either more intimidating or less.

Of course, in most cases, this duchess only uses the latter method to me.

My grandfather and her grandfather are brothers, but their relationship is very bad and they basically don't interact with each other. Strangely, her grandfather, the Duke of Treville, did not restrict her from interacting with my family. So she often came to my house to play since she was a child, and she also brought me to her house several times, so we were very familiar with each other when we were young.

In recent years, because I had to go to middle school, she came to my house less frequently, but we still maintained intimacy.

"Why did you come here today?"

"Didn't you come back from vacation today? So I came to find you." She answered as if it was a matter of course, then she took my hand and took me up without saying anything, "Okay, stop talking nonsense... Let's go!"

Well, I have said enough about her advantages before, now let's talk about her disadvantages.

Mademoiselle Charlotte de Treville is very arrogant, just like almost every duchess. If she is arrogant, it would be fine, but under the pampering of her parents for many years, she has already learned how to boss people around, even to my cousin, and she can hardly imagine that anyone can disobey her will. Since she was a child, all her wishes have almost never been unsatisfied. When she threw herself into the whirlpool of the social world, she also saw that everyone bowed to her. Therefore, like every spoiled child, wealth and the care of others are taken for granted in her eyes. She is born to enjoy all of this, and she does not need to thank or be grateful to anyone.

To people of the same status, she adopts a cold and calm politeness, which makes people of the same status feel as if they are one level lower; for those who are one level lower and delusionally want to be on an equal footing with her, her smile contains infinite contempt.

Yes, she is the kind of girl that people often say is Celimena.

【Celimena is the heroine in the five-act poetic comedy "The Misanthrope" by the French playwright Moliere. She is young, beautiful, smart, but arrogant and sarcastic.

I saw her clearly, or even too clearly.

The biggest obstacle after traveling through time is that it is difficult for people to have a childhood again. Even if you go through the process from childhood to adulthood again physically, you can no longer have innocence and enjoy the fun of childhood psychologically. Therefore, even when she forced me to play when I was a child, I was more likely to take a calm and bystander attitude, and could not integrate into the entertainment activities that she enjoyed.

So, I have never understood why this Duke's daughter likes to come to me to play so much. Maybe, like most spoiled children. She has become accustomed to treating those who pamper her with a tyrannical attitude, and can only leave the intimate attitude to those who are cold to her?

Well, I can't explain this. It's just a guess. Everyone is an extremely complex individual. We can never fully understand a person, let alone a Parisian (!) noble (!) lady (!) - these three words together have already turned a girl into an eternal Medusa. No one can see her face clearly anymore.

Just as these thoughts flashed through my mind. She had already seen the paper on my desk.

"Ha! What the hell is written on it? It's completely invisible piece by piece..."

"Of course you don't know it," I replied indifferently, "This is an oriental language, used by the Qing people."

"Oriental language!" After hearing my answer, Charlotte tilted her head cutely, looked at the paper again, and then looked up at me, "You even learned this? Is this taught in school?"

Ah. I forgot to say that girls in this era could not go to middle school. Education mainly came from parents or tutors, so since I went to school, Charlotte was very curious about my school life and often asked me about school. In fact, I personally find it boring, and I can't blame myself for that - apart from a few courses like swordsmanship, what else in this era of secondary education can interest a 21st century university graduate?

"No one teaches this in school, I learned it by myself." I deliberately put on a straight face and answered seriously, "Oriental characters are very interesting."

"Amazing, you can even learn this by yourself?" As I expected, Charlotte exclaimed, her blue eyes full of admiration and praise, "Charles, do you know everything?"

From childhood to adulthood, she has walked through this kind of admiring gaze, and in her eyes, my cousin seems to know everything.

"It's not that I know everything, I just know what I know." I habitually answered calmly.

Am I the legendary pretending to be cool? Well, who cares, as long as it works.

Sure enough, Charlotte was a little confused in front of my words, but she quickly threw away the confusion I imposed on her and grabbed my hand again.

"Okay, forget about the East, let's go out first?"

"Where to?"

"You'll know when you get there?"

"But it's cold outside now!"

"Don't worry about it!"

Just like that, I was pulled out by this willful duchess, and then walked out of the house and got into her carriage together - a girl who was only fifteen or sixteen years old had a light carriage for her own use, which shows what kind of life she lived!

As soon as I got in the car, Charlotte stuck close to me, but this was easy to understand - because the speed was very fast and the carriage was open, the wind kept blowing on my face, and I felt a little cold myself. And her hair kept scratching my face, and the faint fragrance went straight into my nose.

The carriage took us to the Champs-Elysees, passed through the Place de la Concorde and went straight to the Arc de Triomphe, with buildings and shops on both sides lined up. To my surprise, although the temperature was not high, there were so many carriages on this road today that it was almost impossible to run fast.

"Charles, is it fun?" Charlotte looked at me suddenly. "It's so beautiful here!"

"Yeah, it's okay." It wasn't fun, but I still said it perfunctorily to take care of Charlotte's feelings.

In this era, people really like to stroll around the pastoral roads and the Bois de Boulogne. Who told them that they don't have the Internet! Poor world!

Charlotte's face darkened, seeming to be somewhat dissatisfied with my bland answer. Then she glared at me.

"Well, actually, I'm very happy." I quickly complimented her knowingly, "I feel so happy to have a lovely girl like you accompany me for a ride!"

It would be even better if there was a Porsche 10, but it's a pity that in this era, the traffic is not congested at all...

After hearing my new answer, Charlotte finally smiled.

"That's more like it!"

Then, she held my hand tighter and looked at the pedestrians outside, as if she was going to swear something. The girl tried hard to pretend to be a person who had been tested in social circles for a long time. But she couldn't hide her nervousness no matter what.

In fact, she didn't need to be so nervous. No one smiled at us along the way, and no passerby looked at us. No one looked back at us - in this era, no matter how beautiful the duke or princess is, Parisians have long been accustomed to it, and not many people will fall in love with Miss X at first sight like in the drama.

"Charles..." Maybe it was because it was even colder. Charlotte leaned closer to me. Her head also leaned on my shoulder. She looked at me with half-opened and half-closed eyes. I don't know what was flickering in her vision, but she looked really happy. "We are so happy today... It's been a long time since we have been together like this. In the future... Will we be together often in the future?"

"Yes, probably." I nodded, "Even if we grow up in the future, we can still visit each other often."

"Just visit each other?" Charlotte opened her eyes and stared at me.

"What do you want?" I asked back.

"Of course..." Charlotte wanted to say something, but suddenly stopped. Then she glared at me angrily, as if I had made a big mistake. Finally. She suddenly jumped to the topic, "Charles, on a day like today, shouldn't you say something to me?"

The speed of the carriage suddenly slowed down, as if the world was waiting for me to say something.

But what should I say?

What day is today?

"Today is Valentine's Day!" The girl's voice seemed calm, but she couldn't get rid of the anger, as if she felt that she had lost when she said this word herself, "Mr. Treville, are you so stupid?!"

I thought about it carefully, and it seemed that today was indeed February 14th...

Oh! Damn it! No wonder there are so many people on the Pastoral Avenue today!

On such a day, Charlotte pulled me out and took a ride together. In theory, this should be called... uh, no, this is a date. And a girl pulls you out on a date on this day, what exactly does she want you to say?

No matter how stupid I am, I can guess it.

"Charles, do you really not want to say anything to me?"

Charlotte is now staring at me closely, as if to say, "You can't pretend to be confused now, right? Idiot!", and her face is covered with blushes, and the arrogance just now has disappeared.

I love you.

I know it's best to say this at this time, and she will definitely be happy to hear it, but I really don't know how to say it.

Although we have been in contact for many years, I have always regarded her as a child and never thought about the question of love or not - there is no way, who can still regard himself as a child when he lives again? Who can think of the question of love or not when facing a child of seven or eight years old, nine or ten years old?

But unexpectedly, in a trance, one day she grew up and became a beautiful girl, and then stood in front of me and asked me to say that I love her. The sound of horse hooves hitting the road kept coming into my ears, but I seemed to hear nothing.

Do I love her? To be honest, it was really fun to have fun with her when I was a child, and she was really beautiful. But love...

What is love after all?

At least I can be sure that I don’t have that kind of blind and desperate passion for her.

I don’t want to lie to her.

So, "I’m sorry, you are a good person, but we are not suitable..." Should I say this?

Just as I was still thinking about how to answer, Charlotte had guessed what I wanted to say from my silence.

The smile on her face slowly disappeared, and she stared at me blankly, with a layer of mist on her eyes. Even I felt sad when I saw it.

"Charles...Charles..." She murmured several times, as if she wanted to use this method to win my heart back.

I really didn't want to hurt her heart. But if I chose to lie, wouldn't that be even more of a jerk? I'm afraid it would hurt people even more. So I made up my mind. I was ready to say no.

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

However, just as I was about to say it, Charlotte's beautiful face suddenly became distorted. The despair of being rejected, under the stirring of anger and arrogance, turned into a terrifying expression. I had never seen such a vicious Charlotte. My whole body was stagnant. It was as if the blood had stopped flowing.

She suddenly pounced on me, and then pulled me, trying to jump off the carriage.

I never thought she could have such great strength. She was serious!

Hey! This is on a fast-running carriage! It would be dangerous for both of us to jump down!

"What are you doing!" I shouted loudly while resisting her attack. "Driver, stop! Your lady is crazy!"

"He won't stop. I told him a long time ago! If he dares to stop, he will no longer have the salary to take care of his wife and children. So give up!" Charlotte shouted back at me while pulling me. "Either you promise to love me, or die with me!"

"Does love come into being as long as you promise? Don't be crazy!" I tried to call back her sanity.

"If you don't love me, then your existence has no meaning! Let's disappear together!"

The carriage was getting faster and faster, and Charlotte's eyes widened, looking at me with that terrifying momentum. Her innate aura of domineering and arrogant arrogance had been completely released, making people dare not look directly at her.

Will tomorrow's newspapers write "A certain duke's love was rejected. She forced her lovers to die together"?

No! No! I still have a lot of plans to do! I still have a good time!

Charlotte was still struggling violently. Even if I could protect myself. I really didn't have the confidence to make her not jump down later.

"Answer me! Love, or not!"

"Love! I love you!" I shouted out of nowhere, and then continued to shout in self-destruction, "I love you, I love you so much! Stop, Lolotte!"

In this way, in the carriage, under the stunned gaze of passers-by on both sides of the road, I completed the first confession of my two lives.

It was terrible.

After getting a satisfactory answer, Charlotte's movements suddenly stopped. She lay on me and looked at me quietly, as if nothing had happened just now. She was very happy, really very happy.

"Are you satisfied now?" I looked at her with some displeasure. "Even if you get my promise in this way, but..."

I couldn't continue to blame because my mouth was blocked.

Charlotte's tongue stretched out and explored awkwardly.

At this time, I was thinking about a question all the time.

I just shouted to Charlotte desperately, "I love you! I love you so much!" Was it because I was threatened that I had to say that, or did I really like this crazy and passionate Charlotte?

I can't give an answer. Well, there is no need to think about the answer now. Anyway, we are lovers from now on. I will probably marry her in a few years, and then this and that, like other people of the same age.

I always feel that this life has suddenly ended...

Forget it, don't think too much, let's kiss first, I also stuck out my tongue.

The carriage has arrived at the Arc de Triomphe.

Forward, His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven, a loyal warrior has fallen, don't miss it.

……………………

It's already afternoon.

The evening sun shines from the windowsill onto the wooden floor, forming various mysterious patterns.

I looked at Charlotte lying on my bed and sighed softly.

"I told you not to be so crazy. You're fine now. You caught a cold, right?"

After walking outside for so long in such weather and making such a big noise, it's only right that you caught a cold.

"It's okay. I'm fine..." Charlotte, whose face was a little red due to the cold, replied in a tender voice. Since what happened today, the smile on her face seemed to be indelible. "Charles, I love you too..."

I couldn't help but support my forehead with my hand.

"Okay, you take a rest first, and I'll bring you dinner later."

"No, no." Charlotte immediately rejected my proposal, "Charles. Come to the head of the bed, I want you to be next to me..."

I hesitated for a moment, but finally listened to her words - after all, she is my new girlfriend. I can't always go against everything from the beginning.

As soon as I sat on the head of the bed, Charlotte turned sideways and put her arms around my waist. "Charles, I love you too, we will be together forever..."

"Okay, okay, together, together." I agreed repeatedly like coaxing a child, and then reached out to stroke her blonde hair. "Take a break first. I've been sweating all over today. Really!"

"It doesn't matter. I've already said that I don't need to rest." Charlotte shook her head gently, "As long as you're by my side, that's fine..."

"Okay, okay..." I sighed as if I had accepted my fate. I let Charlotte, who was smiling, hold me.

"We've finally come to this day. Are you happy?" After a moment of silence, Charlotte suddenly asked in a low voice.

"Very happy." My self-abandonment is hopeless.

"Yes, I'm very happy too." Charlotte said in a low voice, ignoring the reluctance in my tone.

Then, she gently climbed up, knelt on the bed, looked at me, and then reached out and hugged me tightly.

"From now on, we will be together. Then get married, and then have children. We will always be happy. Charles, right?" Her tone was full of certainty, as if it would not work otherwise.

"Yes."

"Great!" Charlotte cheered a little.

Then, I don't know who started it first, but we kissed again.

To be honest, kissing like this is actually quite comfortable. No wonder couples in love are so addicted to it. By the way, Charlotte and I are now a couple, right? We should be.

"Charles, I have liked you since I was a child." After kissing again, Charlotte closed her eyes slightly, as if she was reminiscing about the past, "You know so much, so smart..."

"Actually...actually you may really overestimate me..." I answered hesitantly, "Charlotte, I'm just an ordinary person."

"No, you're not." Charlotte answered decisively, "You are different from others. Since childhood, you have liked completely different things from others, and your views on things are completely different from others. Sometimes, I wonder, Charles, why do you want to be different from others?" Charlotte's voice suddenly became very low, as if there was something else. "We are all people living around you! Sometimes I feel that you look at us as if you are looking at the collections in the exhibition hall..."

I was silent.

I must admit that Charlotte's intuition is right. She really discovered the me hidden under the surface.

Sometimes I do observe this era and the people of this era with an attitude of appreciating museum exhibits.

How can a time traveler not have this complex?

"Yes, you know a lot of things, but...but you live among us! Don't you think you have a share in this kind of life?" She hugged me tightly and murmured to herself. "And, even so, I love you. Charles, tell me that you will always stay by my side..."

Because we were lying on the bed just now, Charlotte was only wearing thin underwear, and the buds on her chest pressed against my chest, giving me a wonderful touch.

This touch, then there was not much room for thinking.

It also told me that Miss Charlotte de Treville was a living girl who stayed beside me, looked at me, and loved me, not a collection in a museum.

She loves me.

"I will." I blurted out in excitement and hugged her tightly. "I will."

The boy and girl hugged each other tightly.

No one noticed the sight coming from the crack of the door. (To be continued...)

ps: Special production for the Qixi Festival, I wish you all a happy holiday.

Finally, I finished the beginning of Xia Jie and Ciel's love. How did Ciel, who is slow in emotions, get conquered by Xia Jie...

Also, I wanted to add the first night, but then I thought, if I wrote H, it would destroy the pure love atmosphere, so I'll talk about it later. Maybe the pure first time can only be buried in the long river of history...

Also, thank you f-chan for the reward, auntie washes the railway~~~