Flowers, Swords and France

"Do you remember mom?"

Although Fran's voice was not loud, it caused a violent shock in Ciel's heart. ?. .

What's going on? Why did she suddenly ask about such a thing?

"Why do you ask that?" He barely suppressed the fluctuations in his heart and asked with the same smile as before.

While he was asking the question, he couldn't help but think forward, searching carefully for the remaining memories of his mother in this life. However, I really don't remember anything - except that he looks pretty.

She married her father at a very young age, and then died prematurely due to an accident. Apart from leaving behind a pair of children, there were not many traces left in the world - this was the last thing Charles meant to her. impression.

For an understandable reason, Charles, like other children, has not been very noisy since he was a child. Therefore, he did not have many opportunities to be disciplined by his mother. Before that tragedy happened, when he was young, he and his mother usually just kept talking. It was a ceremonial relationship, not very close. Moreover, it is impossible to say that in my "childhood", my mother gave me any exciting "special benefits" - because in this era, aristocratic women basically did not breastfeed their children. "I'm just asking casually, do you remember her?"

"I don't remember. I was only five years old when she passed away. How could I remember so many things?" Charles cried and laughed a little, "Why did you ask about such a thing today, Fran? You don't usually ask about this?" Something to do?"

"It seems that you really don't remember..." Fran also started crying and laughing, "That's right, how old were you at that time..."

"So, what's going on? Why do you suddenly ask about this?"

"It's nothing..." Fran shook her head slightly, and then lowered her voice intentionally. "You don't know yet, right? We had a guest at our house yesterday..."

Ciel's heart skipped a beat.

Damn it. how so?

"Oh? Who is this guest?" He reluctantly kept his composure and asked knowingly.

"They are our mother's natal family..." Fran replied in a low voice, "It seems that they were sent here by grandpa... Grandpa received them very kindly. It's really strange. They ignored us so many years ago. , why do you suddenly want to come to our house now?"

"Maybe they came to ask for help because our family suddenly became rich. Aren't there a lot of people like this during this time?" Charles reluctantly replied, "Okay. Don't think so much. Grandpa and I will deal with it. , Didn’t you say that before? They have ignored us for so many years and now they come to try to get close to us. Our family will not be fooled." "No," Ling Fran didn't expect it at all. yes. Before she could finish speaking, Ciel interrupted her directly. "This is not good."

"Why?" Fran felt a little strange, "I'm just walking around, I'm not asking you to force yourself to do anything to help them? I just want to see the place where my mother used to live, and... and it said there Maybe there are some relics of my mother..."...

Fran's voice became lower and lower, and she looked up at Ciel with a hint of hope.

If it was the situation where he didn't know anything about it, Ciel would definitely agree, but now he doesn't dare to agree.

Not to mention agreeing, he didn't even know how to express the reasons for his objection - how many valid reasons could there be for not allowing a granddaughter to see her grandfather?

"Anything else is fine, I can't promise you this." With a hint of hesitation, Ciel reluctantly replied, "Even if we don't do anything, it would be too embarrassing for us, wouldn't it? Are we the ones they can call upon?" Servants who come and go soon? No, you can't go to them, this is about the dignity of the Treville family, it's not a small matter."

"But..." Fran still wanted to say something.

"No more buts. That's it." Charles interrupted her again and ended the topic abruptly, "Okay, do you have any other questions?"

Seeing Charles suddenly become so strict, Fran seemed to be shocked. This kind of attitude was something she had rarely seen in many years. She looked at Charles blankly and shook her head slightly, "No more, sir. I'm sorry for wasting your time. I'm really sorry..."

Fran's panicked look made Charles's heart tighten. He quickly recovered from his previous rage.

Fran's face was pale now, with a look of panic, as if she didn't know where she had made a mistake again.

I'm really out of my mind. Why would I vent my anger on her over such a thing? How can I punish the next generation for the mistakes of the previous generation? What's wrong with her?

Ciel couldn't help but feel a little guilty in his heart.

Under the urging of this self-blame, he reached out his hand and hugged his sister tightly.

"Okay, I'm sorry, I just spoke a little harshly, don't take it to heart." He leaned down, got close, and kissed Fran on the cheek, "Stop asking questions, just be honest and obedient about some things. I have always been good for you, believe me.”

Fran didn't answer and let Ciel hold her.

"I'm not angry. You've been treating me like this for a while recently, and I'm used to it. There's nothing uncomfortable about it." She replied calmly, "I know you're doing it for my own good, I know that."

"Don't be like this..." The more she said this, the more Charles felt guilty. Finally, he sighed and kissed her forehead again, "Okay, don't be angry, just do what I say, believe me, would I do anything bad to you?"

"Okay, since you want that." Fran nodded gently, "I won't go to them again."

"That's great." Charles sighed with relief, "You just need to live happily, don't worry about anything, I will take care of everything, you can enjoy everything freely. So do you understand? Just listen to my arrangements honestly, don't worry about anything else, so you can live a peaceful and comfortable life... Listen to me, okay?"

"Thank you, sir." Fran's voice trembled as if she was infected by Charles' words. "Thank you very much..."

Charles took her answer as a promise, so he sighed with relief.

"Well, since you understand. Is there anything else?"

"No," Fran answered calmly. "I'm sorry to have wasted so much of your time."

"Well, I have something to do and may not be back until late. If you need any help, please leave me a note or a message." Charles let go of Fran and picked up his hat and cane. "By the way, the comments you wrote in the newspapers recently are very good. Keep working hard."...

The original text can be found in the Six # 9 @Books/Bar!

"Really?" Fran looked up at Charles, and some expression finally appeared on her face. "Have you read all the comments I wrote in the newspapers?"

According to her brother's advice, Fran has been writing some comments about paintings in the newspapers under a pseudonym recently, but she didn't expect that her brother would have time to read these things.

"Yes, it's a lot of progress, much better than at the beginning." Charles patted her face again, secretly glad that he finally changed the subject, "This makes me very happy."

"As long as you are satisfied, that's good." Fran closed her eyes slightly, trying not to let Charles discover her excitement after receiving Charles' recognition - even if it was such a small recognition. "Thank you for giving me such an opportunity."

"It's okay, you have the talent." Charles smiled and bowed slightly, "Well, goodbye, Miss."

The two people were not interested in exploring how much of Fran's progress was brought about by the looted treasures.

After saying that, with a feeling of relief, he strode out of the room and walked downstairs.

Fran stood at the door, watching Charles's back as he left, motionless. Only after Charles gradually went away did she gently clench her fists.

After so many years, what do you look like when you hide something from me?

Only Charlotte would be taken away so easily. A sense of superiority suddenly rose in the girl's heart.

Then, she sighed secretly in her heart and walked back to her room.

The look of her brother's harsh words just now still echoed in front of her eyes. She had never thought that she would be reprimanded so harshly before. And grandpa also looked tight-lipped.

Why? What is inside, why is it hidden so deeply? What unknown secrets are hidden in the mother's affairs?

She fell into deep thought.

Although she knew that her brother wanted her to keep silent and pretend that she knew nothing, but... she still couldn't help but feel curious about the mother who died because of her, and wanted to explore what happened.

Moreover, from her brother's secretive attitude, she also felt an inexplicable excitement.

A desire to know everything about her brother overwhelmed the fear that her brother might be angry.

She walked to her desk, among the precious paintings that were randomly placed, she flipped through a pile of miscellaneous papers, and then took out a piece of paper from it and saw the address recorded on it.

"Let's just trust him once." After thinking for a long time, the girl finally made the final decision. )