Flowers, Swords and France

"No matter from any aspect, "The Man Sifting the Valley" is an extremely excellent work, and it is definitely one of the best works in the latest exhibition of "Self Salon".

Mr. Miller integrates technique and expressive power. As long as he continues to create along the current line, he will definitely become one of the top painters in our country and will also push the rural painting school to a new peak... He He has proven that he is capable of becoming a top painter.

All in all, although he has already emerged, Mr. Miller has not yet enjoyed the honor he deserves. We can wait and see and look forward to that day coming soon..." \u003cillet, 1814-1875), who was famous for his extremely high painting skills when he was young. Talented and somewhat famous. Starting in 1847, Miller began to focus on his rural-themed works. "The Man Who Sifted the Valley" was his work in 1848.

During the Second Empire, he was famous for his realistic and thorough depictions of rural life. He was known as the greatest pastoral painter in France. He left a name in the French painting world for his ability to reveal humanity in rural genre paintings.

In the early morning sunshine, in his bedroom, Charles sat on his seat and read this review softly.

Fran brought this over early in the morning.

And she was standing next to Ciel at the moment, looking at Ciel uneasily.

The morning air was very fresh, and Charles, sitting by the window, breathed in the slightly floral scent. While carefully admiring his sister's pretty handwriting.

Soon, he finished reading.

"How was it, sir?" After a moment of silence. Fran asked tremblingly. Although she wanted to pretend to be very calm, everyone could see the tension in it, "Tell me quickly, how is the writing?"

Today she was wearing a sleeveless dress made of woolen material and brown thin woolen high-top shoes, and her hair was tied up in a bun. She looked fresh and pleasant. It seems that he has grown up a lot, but his trembling look is very much like a middle school student facing the teacher. People no longer doubt her age.

"It's very well written." Charles nodded and stopped being pretentious. He smiled encouragingly at his sister, "Don't be so nervous. It's really well written... In my opinion. It's already a novel. A qualified review.”

Fran was visibly relieved after hearing Ciel's words.

"That's great! This is my first comment...it feels so weird..."

"Well, don't worry, I'll ask the editor to publish this later. It won't be long before you see it in the newspaper." Charles patted her head. Then he gave his own suggestion, "However, you can also consider publishing some critical things in the future, preferably with more intense wording. The more uncomfortable people are, the better. What I like most about newspapers is that they have pens. As long as you start scolding, more people will be interested... Anyway, this is a verbal fight using a pseudonym, who knows who you are?"

"But...will this have any bad effects?" Fran shrank uncomfortably, as if she was a little scared, "If you write random criticisms in the newspaper, so many people will see it... I feel a little embarrassed..."

This stupid kid.

Ciel didn't expect that the task he randomly assigned and only regarded as coaxing his sister would be taken so seriously by her. Okay, forget it, I didn't expect her to be very good at it, just let her do it herself, it's not a big problem anyway.

"Okay," Charles smiled and patted her head, "It doesn't matter, this is just a suggestion from me. In fact, you are still the one who writes it. You can write whatever you like..."

Fran nodded slightly, "I understand."

"Well, that's good." Charles opened the drawer and put in the manuscript written by his sister. Then he picked up his other letters and planned to open them and read them.

Suddenly, he felt something was wrong, and then he turned his eyes again and found that his sister hadn't left yet.

"What's wrong? Is there anything else?" Charles asked curiously.

Very rarely, Fran's face was hesitant, as if she didn't dare to say anything, and her face also turned a little pale.

Finally, as if she had made some kind of determination, she raised her brows and asked softly.

"Can you answer a question for me, sir?"

"Oh, of course."

After getting her brother's permission, Fran finally looked a little more excited.

"Brother, how come we are so rich recently? We can buy bonds and start newspapers...aren't these very expensive places? The family can't save this money, can it? At least I can't I heard grandpa said that he has so much savings." She raised her head, her eyes twinkling, "I'm just a little curious, really, just a little bit. If it's not convenient for you to answer me, then don't tell me..."

After this period of experience, she is no longer as ignorant about money matters as before. In addition, due to her personal responsibility, she is also very familiar with the financial situation of the Marquis de Treville's family, and she understands very well that the family's industry alone (if not at all) is not enough to support the commercial activities of the Charles. So of course there will be some curiosity.

After hearing his sister's question, Ciel also fell into a brief silence.

However, now that she has begun to understand the financial situation of the family, it is normal to be curious about Ciel's situation, right? Anyone who knows this will be curious about how he got so much money.

In a sense, this is also a kind of growth. She has reached the age where she can consider practical matters.

After a while, Charles eliminated these complicated thoughts, and then he nodded slightly.

"That's right. The money I have in my hands now is not from my family, but I got it from elsewhere."

They were obtained - or rather robbed - from many families that had suffered losses or went bankrupt.

"Where did that come from?" Fran asked quickly. Then she lowered her voice and said, "Did you borrow it from Charlotte's family?"

"Of course not. How is this possible? How could you have such a strange idea?" Charles replied immediately. Then he glanced at Fran with some confusion, "I have never borrowed money from the Charlotte family, and I will never borrow money from the Charlotte family. Their family is our family, and we are us."

Charles said this from the bottom of his heart. He hated being entangled with relatives about money. The Grange that Charlotte approached before was just a mutually beneficial cooperation, and there was no talk of borrowing or borrowing.

"That's great." After hearing Ciel's answer, Fran whispered to herself. Everyone seemed to be relieved.

"My money was borrowed from Baron de Beauvain." Charles continued to explain. Anyway, this is not a confidential matter. "I borrowed millions from him."

"Where's Laura's father? How many millions? So much?" Fran was surprised. His voice was trembling a little, "Why did you borrow so much?"

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"The more you borrow, the more you will earn." Charles responded vaguely. Of course, he would not explain to his sister in detail the specific situation between him and the baron, as well as the fact that they colluded to make a lot of money for the country. . "You don't need to worry about me. I will take care of these things myself. The risks are definitely under control and nothing will go wrong."

"But, this is still too dangerous..." Fran wanted to say something else.

"Okay, I know everything." Charles stood up and patted her head, "Don't worry about me, you can just enjoy the convenience that wealth brings to you. Why do you have to trace the source of wealth? ? It doesn't make any sense. I said you'll live like a princess, and I won't break my promise for long..."

He ruffled her hair mischievously, "You can have everything!"

Fran listened quietly to her brother's comfort. This time she did not resist his touch.

"Okay, since I said that, I won't ask any more questions. But... having money is of course a good thing, but you know, I am not a person who attaches too much importance to luxury. Isn't it just as long as the money is enough? In the past, it was enough. Our family didn’t have much money, so we all grew up well. ? So, I don’t think I have to take too many risks..." She hugged her brother gently and buried her head on his chest, "In my opinion, as long as you are by my side, I I already have everything...Sir, nothing you can give me can compare to this!”

After hearing his sister's confession, which was obviously from the heart, Ciel couldn't help but feel a little moved.

Gold, silver and jewelry can’t buy such loyalty, can they? It's so touching.

"Thank you." He also hugged his sister, and then kissed her forehead gently, "What a good child."

"No longer a child." Fran raised her head and protested seriously.

"Hahahahahaha..." Charles couldn't help laughing, "Okay, you've grown up. Don't you have any other problems now?"

"No more." Fran gently left Charles's arms, "Thank you, sir."

"Well, see you later, shall we?" Charles pointed to his documents, indicating that he still had a lot of things to do.

"Goodbye, deal with your own affairs." Fran nodded obediently, then slowly turned around and left Ciel's room.

However, suddenly she seemed to remember something and came back to her senses, her face filled with the original innocence again.

"By the way, sir, there is something else I forgot to tell you?" she said in an extremely light tone.

"What?"

"Don't touch my head all the time." She sounded a little annoyed, "I've said it several times! I'm already so old, you can't always treat me like a child..."

As expected, after hearing her protest, Charles burst out laughing, "Oh, oh, I'm really sorry about that. I will definitely change it in the future."

Just be happy. (To be continued...)