Flowers, Swords and France

"I have always liked reading books and watching plays, sir."

Although Matilda's answer was tepid, it made Charles feel a sudden tremor in his heart. Feeling embarrassed for a while, he didn't know what to say.

Matilda put her eyes on again and looked at Charles's embarrassed look. Her serious expression suddenly relaxed a lot, and even brought on a hint of constriction.

"It seems that you are afraid that I will come here? In fact, it's nothing, it's not something shameful... It's very well written, sir. I think it's better than most people."

"Please stop talking..." Charles felt extremely embarrassed and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, "I really don't like others to come here..."

"If you were so resistant, why did you write it at that time?" Matilda was a little curious.

"Of course it's money." Charles replied immediately.

"Is it just money?" Matilda sighed slightly and looked at Charles helplessly, "That's such a pity. There should be no shortage of money now. It's hard for us to wait for the next work... …This is really sad news.”

Charles just smiled and stopped answering her.

After sighing, Matilda regained her composure. She turned around and walked to the railing, watching the performance on the stage seriously. After a while, as the actors sang in unison, the stage curtain was slowly pulled down, and the scene ended.

There were bursts of applause and cheers from the audience, and people were waiting for the next act to begin.

"What a good play! A rare good work!" Matilda sighed reluctantly, then stretched out her hands to applaud gently. Although Charles was not interested in drama, he applauded enthusiastically.

Taking advantage of the gap between the two acts, Matilda walked back to her seat. Picked up the cup and took a sip of tea.

"Mr. Treville, do you know what I like best about the novel?"

"Oh? Which point is it?" Charles asked curiously. He had been aroused by this girl who was two or three years younger than him, so much so that he forgot the previous embarrassment - in fact, because the other girl admired him so much novel, but there was some vague pride in his heart.

"It's that kind of...that kind of...how to put it..." Matilda frowned slightly, obviously thinking about how to word it. After a moment, her eyes lit up. "It's that kind of reason. Yes, even in the midst of flowers, he never forgets to tell readers what all this is. What is the price of achieving all this. Like a detached and calm bystander, in Watching the ups and downs of each character both inside and outside the story... I have seen that in many novels, we are either described as being noble and cool, as if we are detached from the world, or there are only a few people who are overbearing and do all kinds of evil. It’s really about writing about people, and this is one of them…”

I have to say that this kind of exaggerated praise made Ciel, who had always been very thick-skinned, couldn't help but blush.

"This is really awesome! I'm just writing some random stories..." He quickly became humble.

"Don't feel uneasy, this is just me commenting on the facts, not deliberately flattering." Matilda shook her head slightly, and there was a little blush on her face. This was because she talked about her hobbies. Produced by excitement. However, her tone was as gentle and calm as usual. "You can just accept these words as they are. Anyway, only the two of us can hear them today. But... ugh. It's such a pity that no new works will be released..."

Ciel was speechless and had to give himself a sip of tea.

"Miss Dillion, I really didn't expect that you would actually like these things... It really surprised me. I used to think..."

"Is it weird?" Matilda looked back at him and moved the corner of her mouth slightly, as if she was smiling bitterly, "Yes, it is very strange... In the eyes, I'm afraid I am the replica of my grandfather, a... Someone who has no other interests than power and wealth, right?"

"Oh, oh, what are you talking about!" Charles quickly waved his hands to defend himself, "I'm too worried. I have never thought about it that way, never..."

"There's no need to explain in such a hurry, it doesn't matter, I know what everyone thinks of our family. And, to a certain extent, it's good for others to think so, isn't it?" Matilda was still very calm, "If Dillion My family no longer has wealth and splendor. If I have to keep running around to make a living, then how can I be qualified to enjoy novels or plays? We are not qualified to sit together and discuss these topics - leisure is the illegitimate child of wealth, and I have always seen this very clearly. Only bad guys will enjoy the leisure of wealth while talking about those who are busy making a living. When people say, "Oh, why don't you take a break?" I understand where my superiority comes from, so I will never pretend to be surprised.

Because of this, I have indeed been sparing no effort to help my grandfather and father, because this not only helps my relatives but also myself. "

After hearing what Matilda said, Ciel was silent for a moment, and then nodded.

"You're right, you're absolutely right. It's just... it's a little too rational, and it's also inappropriate in social circles."

"Yes, too rational. No one likes a person who sees too clearly." Matilda also nodded, and she heard the hidden meaning of Charles's words - there is never a problem in social circles. Not a place where telling the truth is encouraged. "Don't worry, of course I won't say these words to anyone."

Then, she sighed slightly and said to herself in a very low voice, "So I am a boring person."

At this time, there was another burst of cheers from under the box. Following the sound, Matilda turned her head and found that the curtain had been opened again, and a new scene was about to begin.

"Shall we go to the theater again?" Matilda suggested with a chuckle.

"Okay." Charles said calmly.

The two people walked to the railing at the same time and quietly watched the performance on the stage. The glittering light of jewels was everywhere, but Matilda was completely unaware of it. She just looked at the stage seriously.

After a moment of silence, Matilda spoke softly.

"Mr. Treville, I heard. Orientals seem to have a view. They believe that the whole life is a drama, and each of us is a part of the drama. I think this is very correct. The Eastern philosophers It’s too clear to see. In this world, each of us has our own drama and must play our own role... How do you see it?”

"Agreed to a certain extent," Ciel replied.

"And to what extent?" said Matilda, still looking intently at the stage.

"Although sometimes you may need to act. But I don't think everyone has a fixed role," Charles elaborated on his views. "Destiny is not static. Especially in today's era, people can pass through various roles. Of course, sometimes this change will make people perform worse... But in general, everyone has the opportunity to change the world."

"Change the world!?" After hearing what Charles said, Matilda was a little surprised, and then she thought about what Charles said carefully, "There is some truth in what he said..."

"So you don't have to rush to play Miss Dillion all the time," Charles joked with a smile, "How about playing the lovely Matilda every once in a while? She's quite beautiful when she doesn't have a straight face. Uh..." He immediately noticed something was wrong and quickly added another sentence. "Ah, of course. I mean, even with a straight face, uh, no, it's pretty at any time..."

"..." After hearing his obviously teasing words, Matilda opened her mouth slightly and looked at Charles, as if she didn't know how to respond. This was the first time that Charles had seen her behave like this. When you are at a loss. Well, actually, even at a time like this, it's still pretty.

"Aha, I'm just joking, don't take it seriously! Hahahaha..." He quickly explained to the other party with a dry smile, "You know, I usually like to tell some cold jokes, hahahaha …”

Fortunately, Matilda's panic did not last long, and she quickly regained her composure. "I'm really good at joking..." She seemed to be sighing, but it seemed a bit like she was complaining.

"Actually..." Charles was about to say something when he suddenly realized something was wrong. He felt a chill on his neck, as if he was being stared at by some ferocious beast. He turned his head to look, and then his whole body froze.

In the box on the other side, Charlotte was staring at him closely, and Laura seemed to have left.

Charlotte had a smile on her face, but only because of this did the coldness in her eyes make her even more frightening.

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It was as if he was saying with his eyes, "Okay! Damn it, you ran out quietly just to do this?! You've grown so much! Come back here quickly!"

Ciel was chilled by this sight, and he no longer had the intention of teasing others.

He quickly apologized to Matilda.

"Sorry, I have a friend looking for me..."

"Oh, it's okay, just feel free to do it yourself." Matilda nodded, "It's quite interesting to chat with me. We can continue chatting in the future."

"no problem!"

Charles turned and left, and in an instant only Matilda was left in the box.

She quietly watched the performance on the stage, but she was thoughtful in her heart and never looked into it again.

This glance of the Duchess Charlotte de Treville, who was well-known in the social world, certainly did not escape Matilda's eyes. In fact, because of her gender, she was able to see this look more clearly.

Even though she didn't say a word, the anger of "Stay away from him!" seemed to be ringing in her ears.

"What a jealous woman! If you look like this, you are about to pounce on me and tear my neck apart!" Even though she was always calm, Matilda couldn't help but trembled in her heart and felt a little uncomfortable. "Sister actually said that between them It doesn’t matter! I think they are more than just related.”

Then Matilda smiled softly again.

It was really fun to chat with him, though.

……………………

While Matilda was still thinking, Charles could no longer think about it. He hurriedly walked around the corridor and returned to Charlotte's box.

"Ah, Charlotte, how is it? Has Mademoiselle de Beauvin left?" In order to ease the atmosphere, he asked questions as soon as he came in, with a smile on his face.

However, Charlotte didn't listen to him at all. She directly grabbed his tie, then grabbed his ear with her right hand and pulled hard.

"ah!"

"Are you happy, sir? How was your chat with that lady!" Charlotte looked at him fiercely.

Due to the visual field, no one in the theater could see this scene. If someone knew that this social star was acting like this at the moment, I'm afraid many people would be disappointed.

"Don't be angry! That's just my friend's sister! I was just chatting with her!" Charles finally pulled Charlotte's hand away and explained to her.

After hearing his explanation, Charlotte's face finally improved a lot and she smiled again. "It's good that there is no one, otherwise you know the consequences!"

Then she closed her eyes and hugged Charles' waist tightly.

"Let's go back..." (To be continued..)