Flowers, Swords and France

While Charles and Albert were still worrying about their careers at the racecourse, there was another party at another famous place in Paris.

At the edge of the Bois de Boulogne, it was the brightest time of the day. The midday sun shone on the earth, but it was not scorching because of the late autumn. At the edge of the forest, the cool breeze passed through the gaps in the woods and blew on everyone, making almost every tourist feel relaxed and happy.

In the cool breeze, two girls were walking purposefully on the grass, as if they were enjoying the autumn scenery.

One was holding an umbrella and wearing a white dress. She looked into the distance as if she was thinking about something; while the other was wearing a luxurious silk dress and a high bun, walking beside her step by step, as if she was her close friend.

"You called me here again this time. Is there something?". After the two walked in silence for a while, the girl holding the umbrella said low? No? Wrong? .. asked in a low voice.

However, it seemed that because of her poor spirit, there was not much curiosity in her voice, as if she no longer cared about what the other party wanted to say to her. Perhaps because of the lack of sleep recently, she looked a little listless, and her originally slender figure now looked even thinner, and her eyes looked even bigger, and her face was as pale as snow, as if it had lost all its blood color, and her blue eyes had lost their former brilliance. Such a beautiful and delicate but expressionless face was full of sorrow and sadness that did not belong to this age.

Even the hand holding the umbrella handle. It was like the glaze of ceramics, white and dazzling, but it could not feel the temperature.

If it was anyone else, seeing her current appearance, they would feel pity, right?

However, Miss Laura de Bovan, who was standing next to her, did not think so.

On the contrary, she felt a little happy about it.

Because her appearance represented one thing - that is, the passionate feelings hidden in the heart of this girl had not been vented, and all her hopes were now shattered. Or rather, it is still in the process of destruction.

Only in this way can it be used by me, right? She sneered in her heart.

"Ms. Treville, how is it? Have you read the documents I gave you before? Is it difficult to understand?" Although she was secretly happy, her expression and tone were still the usual indifference. She even showed a little concern at the right time. "If there is anything that needs to be explained, just tell me." "Well, I have finished reading it, thank you." Fran nodded gently, but her eyes were still in the distance. "Besides, there is nothing difficult to understand. After Mary and I read it, we have already understood a general idea."

When she said this, she couldn't help but look to the side subconsciously.

That's right, Mary went out today because of something, and a maid accompanied her today. Of course, the maid didn't have the courage to get close to the lady and listen to this and that, so she just stood far away and watched the two of them talk. It was precisely because of this that Laura felt that today's timing was too appropriate.

The other person's tone was weak and powerless, and because of this, Laura felt even more excited.

"Oh, I'm really sorry. I suddenly threw such a lot of things to you, and you suffered..." She apologized without sincerity, "You don't have to be so anxious. After all, there is still a long time, and no one will directly put the burden on you. You can take your time... Seeing you so haggard now, I really feel a little sorry."

"Very haggard?" Fran was a little surprised.

"Haven't you looked in the mirror?" Laura asked back, "I think you can almost play a princess directly."

[At that time, actresses in the theater often had to put a thick layer of white powder on their faces. Laura's words were both complimenting and joking. ]

"Is it so amazing? I feel fine when I look in the mirror?" Fran was a little surprised, and then smiled bitterly a little lonely, "Forget it, it doesn't matter even if it's like this. It doesn't matter anyway. No one cares."

"It looks like you are worried about something, Miss, can you tell me if it's convenient?" Lola asked softly. "If it's my fault, I can apologize to you."

"Nothing, it's certainly not because of you." Fran shook her head immediately, "It's my own business, don't worry about it, I'm fine."

"You're like this, how can I not care?" Lola changed her usual indifference, her face full of concern, "If a beautiful flower like you withers for some reason, it would be a pity, I don't like to sit and watch this happen."

"Nothing, really nothing..." Fran lowered her head.

"Please don't reject people like this, Miss." Lola still pressed on step by step, "I still consider myself your friend. How can I not care when I see my friend in trouble?"

"Thank you for your concern, thank you very much. But please don't worry about my affairs anymore, I can only bear my own affairs." Fran frowned, then replied calmly, "Who can fully understand a person?"

Lola didn't speak anymore, the two stopped, and then fell into a strange silence.

Just when Fran thought that the other party had felt her rejection and finally stopped talking, Laura suddenly opened her mouth.

A smile broke out on her face.

Although it's unclear whether it's kindness or nothing more, there is no doubt that this smile will not make anyone feel happy.

"Do you just want to suffer it silently? Isn't that too pitiful? I can't stand it anymore, Miss Treville. What's the point of crying silently alone?"

"What are you talking about?" Fran's pupils suddenly shrank, then she turned her gaze and looked at Laura.

"Didn't I make it clear enough? You are worried, and I know what you are worried about. Yes, aren't you worried about love?". Laura calmly talked to Fran. "Maybe others think you are just young and ignorant, but I know you, you are serious, you are giving all your love, loving that person without reservation. No matter how those literati mock us, we all know "A woman can only love once in her life, although she may have many romances. Oh, pure, unreserved love, how great this kind of love is!"

After sighing exaggeratedly. She changed her tone. A tone full of regret and sadness. "However, because of the tricks of fate, you have to suffer from this only love, and feel sad. And despair. You bear the shackles it brings. But you cannot enjoy its joy. You are trapped by it. , trying to find an exit, but found that all in front of him was darkness, bottomless darkness..."

"Stop talking!" Fran's face suddenly distorted, and then she shouted without any regard for manners.

"What is it that makes you have to fall into such a terrifying situation? The answer is not difficult to see..."

"Stop talking..."

"I'm right, Miss Treville..." Laura continued regardless, "The reason why you are so distressed is because you fell in love with your..."

"Pa!"…

A heavy slap temporarily interrupted her words.

"What do people like you know!" Fran withdrew her hand and yelled at the other party, "Is it fun to pry into other people's privacy? You don't have to worry about my affairs! What qualifications do you have to talk to me? ? That’s right, I just love him, what’s wrong!”

Although she received a heavy slap, Laura still smiled and continued to look at Fran.

After Fran finished yelling, her whole body was shaking with excitement, and there were some tears in the corners of her eyes.

It seemed that she felt that she was too out of control. After calming down, she sighed.

"I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well today, so I'll excuse you."

"You are really energetic now, much stronger than before." Just when she turned around to leave, Laura suddenly said. "It's a pity why should this spirit and this power of action be wasted on useless venting of anger instead of taking action?"

Fran stopped.

"What else do you want to say?"

"What I want to say is very simple, miss." Laura replied with a sneer, "I definitely didn't mean to mock you. In fact, I feel sad for you."

"Sad?"

"Yes, when you - such a beautiful and intelligent girl, you give so much love, but you can only get an ending where you cry secretly, even I feel very distressed when I look at it. Can you only accept this? Do you want your brother to marry someone else, abandon yourself, and then leave yourself alone for the rest of your life?"

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Fran shuddered slightly, but she didn't get angry again. She closed her eyes gently and let tears slide down the sides.

"Are you going to accept your fate? Just let everything come to an end helplessly like this?"

No way! The girl shouted in her heart.

It was only then that Fran realized that there was something strange about Miss De Beauvain.

After revealing her obsession with her brother, she neither persuaded nor ridiculed her. Instead, she seemed to be blaming Fran for not letting fate dictate to her.

What on earth does she want to do?

"What do you want to say?"

"What I want to say is... you are wrong." Laura replied in a low voice.

Are you really here to laugh at me? Fran sneered inwardly.

"Really? Maybe."

"But you are not wrong for falling in love with someone, even if that person is your brother."

"Huh?" Fran turned around again in surprise. "What's the meaning?"

"Do you know where you went wrong? That you shouldn't have fallen in love with your brother? Ridiculous!" Laura looked at Fran coldly, her eyes seemed to be piercing with piercing gaze, "What's wrong with this? You're talented. Human beings are born to be above ordinary people, and the conditions that bind them are How can rules be used against geniuses? Love is love, what’s wrong? No one has the right to stop you! Do you want to tell yourself that you are just mediocre? Are ordinary people surviving on poor laws?"

"What on earth do you want to say!?" Fran was completely confused by the other party's words.

"You did make a mistake, but you only made one mistake, and that is... you gave your love on your knees!"

Fran's hand seemed to be holding the umbrella handle harder, and her fingertips were turning white. But she still looked at him coldly and said nothing.

"Love is conquest, love is seizure! It should not be something you beg for on your knees! That's right, you knelt on the ground, admitting that you were humble, begging your brother to give you a little love, and what was the result? Humph, isn't it obvious? No one will look down on beggars. He didn't give you anything, and you got nothing. You can only curl up in bed and cry under the quilt in despair! You must have cried many times, crying and asking God why he gave you such a tragic fate... Is there anything more ridiculous than this kind of crying?". As if something was touched, Laura almost shouted, "Rules only make sense when they are beneficial to us, don't they? People who succumb to boring rules and fate and dare not do anything because of it are the most ridiculous!"...

"So...so...so what!" Fran couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted back at her, "I don't need you to teach me!"

"No, I absolutely don't have the idea of ​​teaching you a lesson, Miss Treville..." Laura replied in a long voice.

Then, she smiled again, "Because, although I am not trapped by love, I am also fooled by fate and trapped in a painful situation. Like you, if I do nothing, I will be completely trapped, and then swallowed by eternal darkness, and I will never see hope or sunshine again... Yes, it is what you fear the most, the dark mire that is more terrible than death. Because of this, I can feel your depression and anger more deeply, and I hope you can stand up and fight against the boring fate..."

"What do you mean?"

"The person who trapped me in this dark situation is my brother." Laura suddenly turned her eyes away and looked at the sky in the distance, "Of course, please don't misunderstand, I don't love him, and of course I don't hate him. I just..."

She stretched out her hand and placed it in front of her forehead to block the stinging sunlight, "I want to move this stone blocking the road."

At this moment, Fran opened her eyes wide.

Then, Laura laughed again.

"Miss Treville, let's make a deal. Let's join hands and break the shackles of fate together, and then... we will bring a brother to God, and another brother to you..."

"What do you mean?" Fran didn't react for a while.

"Yes, I want to kill my brother, and you can help me." Laura said without any emotion, "In return, I can serve you as your best friend and let you get what you want!"

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