Flowers, Swords and France

When Grandpa knocked on the door, after confirming that Fran had hidden, Charles opened the door gently. Then he found his grandfather looking at him.

He was also wearing pajamas now, and his face looked a little tired that is typical of the elderly.

Obviously, he had gone to bed just now, and after learning that he was back, he got up from the bed and came to find him.

What on earth is there that is worth worrying about to this extent?

"Grandpa, it's so late, what can you do?"

Charles stretched out his hand, carefully helped him in, sat down together at the desk, and then asked cautiously.

"Actually, it's nothing," the old Marquis smiled reluctantly, "It's just that you haven't been at home recently, so I kind of want to see you."

"Oh, just watch it." Although he knew it was not the reason, Charles still didn't say anything more and replied with a smile.

Then, as Charles said, the old Marquis did not speak, but quietly sat on the chair and looked at Charles, and the room fell into a strange silence. The doubts in Charles's heart were piling up more and more.

"Char, you are getting better and better now, I am very happy." After who knows how long, the old Marquis finally sighed slightly, breaking the peace, "Our family is not completely unlucky after all."

"What...what do you mean?" Charles was a little confused.

"It's nothing, I'm just happy." Grandpa sighed again, "I'm old. I just want to see you all safe, so now I see you all grown up, I'm very happy. I'm really happy... …”

Although he kept saying that he was very happy, Ciel only felt strange, because judging from his performance, he didn't look happy at all.

Wait, he said "you"?

"What's wrong with Fran?" Charles suddenly became nervous. "Has she not listened to you recently? Really, I must talk to her carefully tomorrow..."

"No. There is nothing wrong with her, she just grew up..." The old Marquis shook his head, with a rare wry smile on his face. "I originally thought I could live like this, but I didn't expect... oh... you've all grown up. Huh, they are indeed brother and sister. They even have about the same time to become suspicious."

Charles finally understood why his grandfather behaved like this tonight.

I'm afraid Fran asked the servant about it in private. It was known to him. That's right. After all, he is the head of the family. How could he not know that there is something unusual about the young lady?

But Fran is in this room now! This matter cannot be discussed any further.

"You're in a bad mood right now, and I'm a little tired too. We'll talk about this tomorrow... You see, it's already this time..." Under the tension, Charles was a little flustered and said, "Fu Lan has always respected and loved you. Although she is sometimes disobedient now, she still..."

"Are you no longer interested in listening to grandpa now?" The old Marquis glanced at him dissatisfied. His expression suddenly became much more serious.

"No, of course that's not what I meant." Charles quickly explained.

This tone, this attitude...

Yes, the old man obviously drank a lot of wine before.

"It's too bad, Charles, everything is terrible. You don't know what I've been through lately." The old man sighed again. "Do you have any wine here? Yes? Bring it to me quickly."

"But... okay." Ciel reluctantly agreed.

Then, he walked to the cabinet next to his bed and took out a bottle of wine and two glasses.

Then, he made a hidden gesture under the quilt, asking Fran to stay quiet and not make any noise. Yes, when she was in a panic, she shrank into Charles' quilt. Fortunately, she was petite, so she could do it. The old Marquis didn't notice anything unusual.

Then, Ciel took the wine and glasses to the desk and gently poured wine for both of them.

"Grandpa, you'd better drink less." He persuaded in a low voice.

However, his grandfather didn't seem to hear it at all. He picked up the cup and drank it directly.

"Ah, it's such a good wine..." he shouted happily after drinking it. "After drinking it, I feel much more energetic."

Then, as if he had regained his former dignity, he cheered up and looked at Ciel again.

"It's terrible, Ciel. Fran has asked the servants about Alice several times recently, and she has become suspicious."

It was precisely because she was suspicious that she came to my room to ask!

"Actually, it's nothing." Charles replied with a forced smile, trying to help his grandfather get through vaguely.

"Maybe you think it's nothing, but what about her? What will she think?" The old Marquis misunderstood what Charles meant and sighed again, "In her eyes, what kind of person will I become? An inhumane monster or a cold-blooded old butcher?"

"No, she wouldn't think so." Charles quickly comforted him, "How could she look at you like this? Isn't it just that you put away all the portraits of your mother? That's for her own good."

No, don't, really don't say any more, otherwise you won't be able to hide anything. Although he remained calm on the surface, Ciel was already yelling in his heart.

"Portraits, damn portraits... It's because of the damn paintings that our family turned into such a mess!" As if he was touched by something, the old Marquis suddenly cursed, "On top of this I made the biggest mistake of my life, Charles, and you must never repeat it again. A man must never learn any damn art!"

Then, he poured himself another sip of wine dejectedly.

"Humph, those damn paintings have harmed us for decades!"

Charles didn't know what to say, so he took a sip of wine.

He can actually understand his grandfather's psychology - it's not that he has any uneasy conscience, but he is worried that his granddaughter will not be able to understand his actions after the incident is revealed. And then hate yourself. Because of this, I am so hesitant and worried about gains and losses.

That's right, no matter how decisive and hard-hearted a person is. It is also difficult to withstand the blow of being regarded as a bad guy by his most beloved granddaughter, and thus the family relationship is cut off.

Perhaps because he heard Charles's thoughts, the old Marquis stopped talking and just continued to drink glass after glass. Soon he drank up the entire bottle of brandy.

"Ciel, bring me another bottle."

"Grandpa, don't drink." Charles quickly tried to dissuade him, "You've already drunk enough."

"Bring me another bottle!"

"...Okay." Charles stood up helplessly.

"I still haven't figured it out yet, what is all this for?" But. Before Charles could leave his seat, the old Marquis suddenly slammed the table, "Why do I have to encounter so many bad things?"

"Grandpa? You're drunk, go to bed early." Charles hurriedly went to help him.

"We were supposed to have everything. But we lost everything overnight. Why? Isn't it great that everything runs as it is, at least until the day I die! But... there is going to be some kind of revolution, Louis X Six blinded, the whole country went crazy, and they killed each other in a boring way for decades, but my whole youth was buried with me! I suddenly lost everything, but I finally recovered my life and had to spend ten years in repair. Shoes! What did I do wrong?

I don't blame anyone. I gritted my teeth and repaired my shoes for ten years. He found an opportunity to come back, bow down to Napoleon, please his favor, and finally became prosperous again, but Napoleon himself was ruined! I lost everything again overnight! Did I do something wrong?

I have endured all this, and I am living honestly. I am afraid that my son will live the same youth as me again. I fulfilled his wish, but in the end... the result... I brought out a poor guy, and he used to run away. Come repay me! Did I do something wrong?

I can't tell anyone that I'm suffering, I can only endure it all silently. I can't tell others. Do I feel very good in my heart? Am I just happy? As a result, when I get older, I will have to encounter this kind of bad luck again! It sucks... it sucks, damn the revolution, damn Louis XVI, damn Napoleon, damn the son, damn the shoes, damn the painting! "

He had completely fallen into a drunken state and cursed loudly, as if he wanted to vent out the resentment that had been suppressed in his heart for decades. He held Charles's hand tightly, "Charle, tell me, Did I do something wrong?"

"No, you didn't do anything wrong." Charles suddenly felt a sore nose. He held the other person's hand tightly and comforted him in a low voice, "Really, you did nothing wrong."

"Then why do we encounter so many bad things?" The old Marquis glared at Charles fiercely, as if he was questioning the goddess of fate herself, "Why!"

The old man's hair was messy and his voice was hoarse, making him look extremely miserable.

silence.

Ciel closed his eyes.

He felt he couldn't watch anymore.

Yes, his grandfather should not be so miserable. He should be shrewd and conceited, he should be cold and calm, and he should never be moved by emotions... just like he had behaved for himself for the previous twenty years.

"That's enough."

After a long silence, Ciel opened his eyes again. He grabbed Grandpa's shoulders and suddenly shook him violently.

"Yes, you have indeed encountered too many bad things, but even so, you are happy enough - because at least you still have us, at least there are people who love you in this world! We respect you and love you , will worry about your health, will work hard to please you, will inherit your family, and will fulfill your unfinished wishes! This is enough! The nobles must not be bothered by what has happened. This is not your teaching. For me?"

Maybe at this moment Fran was watching her brother and grandpa drinking and going crazy, but Charles couldn't control that much anymore. He continued to shake his grandpa's shoulders, "Why, you're starting to blame others, and you can't do that anymore when you get old. Where has the cavalryman who charged at the enemy gone? Has he been swallowed up by time? Ha, it’s so pitiful that even Sun Tzu can’t help but feel sorry for him. Do you think this is good? "

he said, shaking.

Under his series of questioning, the old Marquis gradually came to his senses.

He looked at his grandson quietly for a long time.

Then. He burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha, how pitiful I am, I actually got to the point of being laughed at by my own grandson. Hahahaha!"

After laughing for a long time, he stopped laughing.

"Char, you are right, I lost my temper." He sat down again, his face regaining its usual calmness. "So, how do you think I should handle this matter?"

"Tell Fran, tell her everything." Charles also sat down. "Let her make her own decision."

"Tell her?" the old Marquis asked, but he didn't look surprised at all.

Obviously, he also has this awareness in his heart. Maybe I went to Ciel tonight just for the final determination. "Don't you usually love her the most?"

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"Since she wants to know, then tell her that if you want to seek the truth, you must be willing to bear the truth." Charles replied calmly. "Yes. I am indeed worried, but... I believe she can still bear all this. Because after all, she has the blood of this family in her body. Besides, at this point, even if we don't tell her, she will still be able to bear it in the end. We know everything, so instead of doing this, we should take the initiative to speak out..."

Then, Charles and the old Marquis looked at each other, as if to confirm each other's determination.

"Okay...then do as you say. I will tell her everything tomorrow to save her from being suspicious." After a long time. The old Marquis sighed heavily, "What the devil! How sad will this poor child be!"

"Sometimes, people grow up only after their hearts are broken." Ciel sighed helplessly, "It can't be stopped."

"That's right, then that's it." The old Marquis finally made up his mind. "I'm going back to sleep. There will be a lot of things tomorrow, so I have to stay alert!"

Then, he no longer paid attention to Ciel, but left the table and walked back firmly.

After he was gone, Ciel closed the door again and walked back to the bed.

"Come out, it's okay." He said calmly.

Then, the quilt was slowly lifted, and Fran looked at Charles timidly, as if she was embarrassed.

"Sir... what on earth is going on? Was grandpa drunk just now? You guys seemed to be making a lot of noise..." she asked in a trembling voice, as if she was lucky enough to know that disaster is imminent.

It was really hard for her to accept that the two elders she had always regarded as gods suddenly lost their temper like this.

"Yes, he was drunk, and we had a big argument just now." Charles nodded calmly, "But now, we have reached a consensus and there is no need to argue anymore. Fran, I have something to tell you. you."

Fran looked at Ciel blankly and didn't answer.

"Listen, what I am going to say next is very important. It concerns the reputation of our family. Therefore, I hope you can keep it a secret after listening." Charles warned first.

Are you going to tell me? But...it looks very bad.

An ominous premonition suddenly took over Fran's heart, making her suddenly want to retreat.

"If...if it's very troublesome, you...I can understand if you don't tell me..."

"No, this is about you. After my judgment, the best choice for everyone is to be honest." Charles looked at Fran seriously, "I just hope you can listen to what I have to say. ”

Since she wants to know, tell her that this is his final decision.

"Okay, you say."

"Our mother had a miscarriage due to an accident." Charles suddenly frowned, "Okay, I don't want to be so vague. To put it bluntly, our mother was accidentally killed by our father. Dead."

Fran opened her eyes wide and looked at Charles in disbelief, as if she wanted to find a trace of joking on his face, but she couldn't find it.

Then Charles told her everything he knew about his father, completely and without reservation.

………………

"Uh...uh...uh..." Fran was already sobbing, but she kept covering her mouth with her hands just to prevent herself from making a startling noise.

"Okay, miss, I have told you everything now." After finishing speaking, Charles breathed a long sigh of relief, and he felt a lot more relaxed, "Although I am sorry that I have always treated you badly. Concealing it, but please believe that I concealed it just to prevent you from being as sad as you are now, without any malice towards you..."

"Well...well..."

Ciel looked at his sister with pity, then spread his hands.

"Come on, cry your fill, if it makes you feel better."

Fran threw herself into his arms, and tears quickly wet his chest, but Ciel didn't complain, he just hugged his sister and gently stroked her hair. "Do you blame me?"

"Um...no, sir..." Fran replied while crying, "How nice it would be if I didn't ask further questions!"

"Isn't it too late to say this now? I've told you several times, but you just don't listen." Charles smiled helplessly.

Then, he became solemn again, "Flan, I hope you don't blame grandpa. You have to understand his choice. As he just said, he doesn't want to be like this."

"I don't blame him. No, I'm still a little angry. I...I don't know what to say! God! God!" Fran replied incoherently, hugging Ciel's waist tightly. "God! What should I do?"

Charles didn't answer, but gently stroked her hair. "I understand your feelings, but be strong. After all, your last name is Treville, isn't it?"

Fran still lay in her brother's arms.

After crying for a long time, Fran finally looked up at Charles.

"The world is too absurd. Only we can understand each other. Brother, I only have you! I only have you!"

Her eyes made Charles' nose suddenly sour.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" He smiled reluctantly, "You still have grandpa, friends, and so many people who love you. Well, go to bed early, it's getting late, grandpa will look for you tomorrow, don't hurt his heart."

Fran nodded gently.

"Okay, go back and rest." Charles wanted to let go of his sister's arms.

"Hold me to sleep, brother, my heart is too confused, I can only sleep if I hold you." Fran suddenly hugged him tighter, "When I couldn't sleep when I was a child, didn't you often do this?"

"But that was when I was a child." Charles felt a little embarrassed.

But under Fran's earnest gaze, Charles finally nodded and agreed. She was mentally stimulated tonight, and she really should be comforted.

And, to be honest, my chest is also quite comfortable... A thought suddenly flashed through Charles' mind.

Hey, is this the time to think about this kind of problem! And that's your sister! A sense of guilt suddenly surged in his heart.

"Okay." He nodded, and then hugged Fran again, "If you want."

He put his hand on Fran's eyelids, and Fran in his arms closed her eyes.

Then, he lay diagonally on the head of the bed, ready to fall asleep,

However, when Charles fell asleep, Fran opened her eyes again and looked at her brother carefully.

In this case, how could she fall asleep like Charles?

I only have you, and we are together. She repeated in her heart again.

"What I am going to say next is very important, and it concerns the reputation of our family." She suddenly remembered this sentence.

If all these secrets are revealed, the one who will be hurt the most is actually my brother, after all, reputation is a matter of great importance.

Besides, he seems to be in control of many other things...

Kill him, must kill him! (To be continued...)