Flowers, Swords and France

Out of necessary caution, when returning to the city, Charles carefully wandered around for a while before rushing home. When he returned home, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening. In order not to disturb his family, he walked quietly to the study.

When he came to the door of the study, he was stunned. The light dimly shining through the crack in the door told him that there was someone inside.

Could it be... again?

When he thought of this, Ciel stopped and planned to turn around and go back to his room. To avoid causing my sister to catch another bad cold.

However, as if footsteps were heard, the door suddenly opened. As Charru guessed, Fran was inside.

Seeing that it was indeed her brother, Fran's eyes flashed with joy, and then she looked at her brother with a rather strange expression.

What should I say?

Embarrassed, Ciel forced a smile.

"You go first, good night." After saying that, he turned around and wanted to leave.

However, Fran took her brother's hand and silently motioned for him to come in together.

Ciel didn't know why, but he still obeyed his sister's wish.

The candlestick was placed on the table, and Charles's latest manuscript was spread out beside the candlestick as expected. After reaching an agreement with Charles during his illness, maybe she didn't bother to hide it anymore, or maybe she felt that the jar was broken. Fran His review behavior was much bolder, and he often directly discussed the plot of the book with Charles. Suddenly there was a sharp critic, which sometimes made Charles feel very uncomfortable.

Fran held Ciel's hand with her right hand, then placed her left hand on the manuscript, and her slender white fingers slowly slid on the manuscript paper.

"Is there something wrong with this section?"

"Um?"

"Girls who are too obsessed with appearance will not encounter many difficulties when they first enter the world. Everyone greets them with a smile, so any of their talents cannot be used. The solicitude of the social world will corrode them. Their hearts let them waste their innate wisdom and indulge in simple and easy benefits. In the end, they must pay the price for their advantages..." She pointed with her fingers and read aloud softly.

With these movements, her blonde hair continued to slap against the desk.

"What's wrong with this section?" Charles didn't know why.

"It sounds like you are saying that girls cannot be smart if they are good-looking!" Fran stared at her brother.

"No, I don't mean that. I'm just saying that many beautiful girls will slowly forget that they still have wisdom because they gain favor and help from others too easily. I'm quite sad about this. "Ciel looked at his sister with a smile, "I'm not saying that there is no such girl who combines beauty and wisdom, such as my sister..."

"That's pretty much it." Fran was elated by her brother's compliment and smiled from ear to ear.

Seeing how happy his sister was being coaxed, Ciel couldn't help but smile and wiped her hair.

After laughing for a while, Fran put away her smile again, looking a little worried.

"Matilda still hasn't come back."

"She still hasn't come back."

"It's to be expected. She did such a big thing, and her family probably won't forgive her soon..." Charles replied casually.

Fran shifted her gaze from the manuscript to Ciel's face.

"Sir, I think you must have a way to bring Matilda back, right?"

"I'm afraid I can't," Charles replied immediately. "This can only be decided by herself."

"Then how long will it take for her to finally convince her parents?" Fran was a little anxious.

"Although we don't have many interactions with her, judging from what I know about her, since she can make such a choice, it means that she must be somewhat sure, so I think it won't be long before she will return to your side. around."

"I hope so." Fran nodded slightly.

Then her expression became a little strange again.

"'Based on what I know about her'?" Fran repeated Ciel's words with unclear meaning. "Do you know her well?"

"I can't say I know her very well," Charles answered truthfully, "but I do think she's quite powerful."

"Really?" The look in Fran's eyes became more complicated. "Compared to me, Matilda is more beautiful, wise, and courageous...I can't compare to her."

"What's wrong? Don't say that." Charles felt as if Fran suddenly wanted to become a different person.

"Matilda is so good. If you fall in love with her, there's nothing wrong with her..." Although it was an ordinary sentence, my sister's words were filled with acrimony.

Ciel burst out laughing. "Where are you thinking? I just have a little admiration for her. I think that this kind of person can have a good relationship and be friends. It's too exaggerated to like something..."

"Really? Do you really think so?" Fran's eyes flickered.

"Of course." Ciel was a little surprised by his sister's seriousness, but he still answered truthfully.

"That's a real pity for Matilda. I will have to talk to her carefully when she comes back."

Although he said that, Ciel always felt that there was a sense of relief in his sister's words, maybe it was an illusion.

After saying so much, Charles felt tired. He took out his pocket watch and saw that it was close to ten o'clock. "Ah, it's already so late? You should go to bed early...you have to go to the studio tomorrow."

"By the way, I forgot to tell you one more great thing!" The younger sister seemed to remember something, and suddenly smiled and said to her brother.

"What great thing?" Charles became interested.

"The teacher will hold an art exhibition in a while, and he decided to hold a small art exhibition for his students. Among his students, who do you think has the most works collected?"

The happy face and the raised head had already told Charles the answer, but in order to cooperate with his sister, Charles still deliberately asked a question. "Oh? Which student is so outstanding?"

"Need I say? Of course it's me!" Fran turned her head away proudly.

Charles deliberately exclaimed. "Ah! That's really admirable, my sister is so outstanding!"

"Of course!"

"I will definitely go and see it when the time comes." Charles made a promise.

"Go and feel my amazing talent!" Fran said shamelessly.

"Yeah!" Charles patted Fran's head again.

Fran closed her eyes and enjoyed her brother's caress.

After a long while, she spoke again.

"Brother."

"Hmm?"

"The teacher said that with my talent, I will definitely become famous for painting in the future, and even become a painter as good as him."

"I have no doubt about this." Charles answered confidently.

"So, in the future, not only can you support the family by writing books, but I can also make money by painting for others, and I will definitely make a lot of money!" Fran clenched her fists.

The sudden change of the topic made Charles a little unsure of how to answer.

"Oh, that's great!" He responded vaguely.

"So, then we can live a good life and have everything we want, right?"

"Even now, if you want something, I can find a way to get it for you."

The original text can be read at Liu # 9 @Shu/Bar!

Fran closed her eyes slightly, and her long eyelashes trembled gently.

"So, soon, we can ignore everything else and live happily together, right?"

Just when Charles was about to answer "definitely", everything he had experienced today suddenly flashed through his mind. Unknown dangers, hidden undercurrents, an obscure but definitely bloody and fiery future. He hesitated.

"Definitely." In the end, Charles gave the same answer.

Fran suddenly lowered his head.

After a long while, she asked in a low voice. "What happened?"

"Huh?" Charles didn't react.

"What happened to you just now? What happened?" Fran continued to ask.

Charles regained his composure.

"Nothing, I just came back late from a party with friends outside."

"No, something definitely happened! Compared to usual, you are a little nervous tonight, and you have been worried about something. Although I don't know why, I can see that you are a little nervous!" Fran asserted with great certainty.

Then, she raised her head and looked directly at her brother, her blue eyes full of determination. The fierceness at this moment made Charles a little unable to control himself.

Charles felt his sister's stubborn and firm gaze, and his eyes subconsciously moved away, avoiding this gaze.

"What happened? Is there any danger?" Fran's tone became more urgent.

"Nothing, don't think too much." Charles still responded calmly.

A trace of anxiety and resentment flashed in Fran's eyes.

"Why... why! You too, grandpa too, you always treat me as a child and refuse to tell me anything... Obviously I may be able to help you!"

Charles did not answer.

"You and grandpa must think that you are eliminating troubles for me, as long as I close my eyes and live, right?" Fran's eyes suddenly flashed a trace of tears, "But, let me live alone without knowing the reason is to love me, sir?"

Charles still did not answer.

"Hurry up!" Fran suddenly threw herself into Charles' arms and hugged her brother tightly. "Please, sir. Tell me, are you in danger?"

"Tell me now!" Fran almost yelled.

There was a long silence.

"Don't be like this, Fran." Charles answered calmly.

The sister looked straight at her brother.

"What I like is the Fran who is not confused by the troubles of the world, the Fran who is complacent about her talent, and the kind-hearted Fran who will cry for the misfortune of others. So...so please don't ask about your brother, okay? This is my request, and my brother never asks you for anything, so please remember my request, okay?"

Fran didn't answer.

"Nervous? No...I'm fine." Charles suddenly laughed. "I'm not so disgusting that I think I can achieve my ideal without dirtying my hands."

"Ideal?"

"Nothing. You should have a good sleep."

Fran turned her head away. "Okay."

Enough, since my brother needs this kind of Fran, then Fran must be this kind of Fran.

The girl's tears, combined with the dim light, shone with an inexplicable brilliance, which for a moment made Charles unable to control himself.

"Fran, my sister, wait! According to my plan, we will have everything in less than three to five years!" Charles squeezed his sister's hand, and his gaze was full of the conceit of a young man, "You will live like a princess more than a princess, and you can have whatever you want! In addition, I will prepare a dowry of 100 million for you, even God is worthy of you!"

The hand was suddenly pulled away, and the sister's face became extremely bad.

"What's wrong, Fran?" Charles was a little puzzled by his sister's sudden change.

"Who cares about you!" Fran suddenly stood up and looked down at her brother arrogantly. "I'm going back to sleep."

Then she turned and walked out of the study.

In the residual mint fragrance, Charles sat for a while, not knowing why, and finally shook his head.

"Girls are really unpredictable."

However, after his sister's commotion, the tension of the conspiracy being exposed that was vaguely present in Charles' heart suddenly disappeared.

Anyway, at least the situation is not so bad now, right?

There are still family members, ideals, and tomorrow.

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